Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.John Lubbock Gathered along gray stems like familyClustered together waiting for Thanksgiving dinner,Like groups of homeless in hodgepodge wraps standing In the prickly cold cheerfully awaiting a festive meal,Like swarms of school children crowding excitedly in lunch line,Like knots of friends chatting and laughingAssembled in a church... Continue Reading →

Autumn is a celebration of nature, its rarefied air tugging at our senses, begging for praise for the Creator. June Masters BacherPurple, orange, green, Yellow and redAll the colors in one treeSinging to the autumn skyA host of shiny star shapesShaking and shimmering in the Sun and windLike so many frolicking childrenCostumed and excited On a school stage.Let the show begin!

A sunny afternoonCamp coffee long since gonePot still blackened byThis morning's fireBlue enamelware cups sitLike ornaments against the brown table and aBread trough ofOranges bright with sunlightFull of sweetnessLike decorations tooMake a happy campsite onA sunny afternoon.