Tis early, on a dank and foggy mornAll the groans of lovers sound inside outAnd their bed lights shine on the icy lawnEven the yapping canines have lost count I’m wandering these streets, groping on trustLike the bad old days of whiskey and wineI’m looking for her last piece of stardustAll I find is some ...

What makes a life worth celebrating?

What have you learned from the School of Life?

The hunter, Orion, crosses the sky On this, the deepest, dark night of the year, The sharp winds blow and the snow’s first flakes fly Signs, Solstice of Yule with Winter is here. Family and friends, draw their loved ones near To deck the halls and hug each other tight, Gathering happiness, laughter and cheer ...