I avoid looking backward and forward and try to keep looking upward. Charlotte BronteWinter evening Clouds have formed Layers of cotton candyAcross the blue.A snarl of tree branches Waves in the wind,Like little sister's unruly hairAfter she has run and playedOut in the wide world all day.Breezes comb the tangles.

And this, our life... finds tongue in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stone...William Shakespeare Beside the creek– Water low within its boundaries,Frozen in its slow places,Banks edged in white;An old tree leans out tentativelyTrying to bridge the icy water,Touch the stream it shaded Last summerNext year It will be firewoodStacked neatly in the barnAnd along the back porchTo warm... Continue Reading →

If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you mustfirst invent the universe.Carl SaganRed on white, Like cardinals against snow,Apples on a white dishShine under green collars  And bright halos of sunlight.So good of God to make Such mundane things as fruitSo beautiful to our eyes.What if all apples were brownto their cores?