The road is wet butcrystals adorn my windowSnow falls on the ridge.Like curtains, it opens to reveal winter’s intentions.

I couldn’t keep my eyes from the windows in the classroom. I taught lessons, corrected papers, assigned homework, and answered questions. But I wasn’t there. My eyes, the windows to my soul, took my attention to the white flakes falling. No sunshine turned them into sequins like a magical fairy godmother. They fell from a ...

The broken roses Bleed onto the garden ground Winter is their end.

As we enter into March, my thoughts are turning towards Spring. It is right around the corner, right? Winter’s days are numbered. Right? I mean, how long can the snow possibly last with temperatures soaring in the high 40s? Of course, hope springs eternal – until I look at the weather forecast. High of 20 ...

Monochromatic color splayed like a smudge on the horizon.  A cardinal flits across my view. A bright red fleck in snow.

Dandelion pompoms Adrift in the breeze Each sprightly seed A nimble cheerleader spreading Spring’s spirited message Of a triumphant return Defeating Winter’s grey depressed skies Victorious golden champion Heralding in a season of renewed vitality

We recently enjoyed a week-long, fun-filled vacation in the beautiful state of Massachusetts. Not only does the state have several of our country’s top-notch hospitals and universities, but its seafood is world-famous, and the vast sports culture thrives. Additionally, Massachusetts is home to endless summertime and wintertime activities, and it is chock-full of magnificent history ...

Thanksgiving is over.  You’ve survived the marathon cooking, inevitable turkey coma, overeating of pies, and Black Friday shopping.  You’re now ready to face the season head-on with the confidence built from past years’ successes, and you’ve stockpiled tape and wrapping paper. You’ve dusted off your favorite holiday sweaters and have your playlists broken in.  Thanksgiving ...

the end is near and yet we can see the line i wonder, do you hear? the whispers so fine softly the thickness coats the town fluffy and white in all its glory in the coldness we drown waiting for the ending of the story it’s supposed to be a special time of peace, quiet, ...

The cold West Virginia wind sweeps down the mountainside through swaying pine trees as a panther’s lonesome cries collide with the icy wind causing a chill tingling up her spine. Stars twinkle in the night sky as clouds overtake them. Her pregnant body clumsy on the freshly fallen snow. She tries to bring warmth back ...