End of summer peaches taste tangy tart and sweet From the fuzzy blushing peelings to the hard and crumpled seedsThe smell is more than scent, an aroma strong and deep  Oh, if I could only find a way to make the freshness keep! 

I painted one wall of my bedroom the blue of an Oklahoma sky. It's a deep bright blue like a summer morning. Bluer than a baby boy's first blanket, bluer than periwinkles, bluer than water.It's the blue of an Eastern blue bird, only bigger and grander.The expanse of it always makes my heart feel joyful and close to... Continue Reading →

A year of roses gone to restSweet still to humans noses.Don't hurry past the soft remainsOf my year's glorious roses.The petals sweet remind me stillOf a fresh and bright bouquet,A pink bud, white, and crimsonI see like yesterday.