Poem: The Old Way

Poem: The Old Way

Sugaring in the north woods, frosty nights and a warm day, placing taps and buckets, horse drawn wagon the old way. Gathering the sweet sap to boil, memories now sepia-toned and old, maple sugaring with grandfather, in another time doing as I was told. The fire...
The Same Color

The Same Color

The leaves have fallen,maple, oak, ash and birch, from the many trees,near our beloved church. With foliage concluded,vibrant colors no longer remain, unlike in some ways,but in others just the same. They are now together,equal and in the same place, on the ground...
The Tuft of Flowers

The Tuft of Flowers

I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before I came to view the levelled scene. I looked for him behind an isle of trees; I listened for his whetstone on the breeze. But he had gone...
Best Friends Forever

Best Friends Forever

Good friends once told us“When you move,It’s over.” Like watching ice cream meltWhen you carry itToo far. I thought it harsh.But they faded away,Leaving empty cones. Friendships are different now.Digital hugsWith alligator arms. Everyone is a BFF.“Forever” becoming A...