Marred by time and weatherPiece of the past sits still in the sun Dreaming of the day when she cameRolling out of a factory In DetroitRolled about town awhile then headed westDown dusty roads where no wipers Were needed for raindrops, only for dustOnly shade her tin roof, where her radiator Overheated on the mountain roadsThe old timer... Continue Reading →

Like flocks of Bright butterfliesPetals fluttering in the wind Like wingsSoft and sweet and full of light,Orange nasturtiums Rival the colors ofMaple leaves of Maine In September.

Ruffled skirts flyingSquare dancers goCircle, square, and do-se-doSwing your partner,Don't be slow!