The cold wind in the winter, the pleasant summer sun,the ripe fruits in the garden: God made them every one. Cecil F. AlexanderThe apple tree out by the barnPuts her fruit on Wears it set a bit askewLike a pill box hatWorn by an English duchessIt's her fashion statement Her jewelry,  Her accessory, Set off nicely against her green... Continue Reading →

Jars of plum jellySet to cool on a white towel You bring to mind little girls, On stage, dressed in redChristmas gowns—angels Their faces gleamingSweet mouths voicing"O little Town of Bethlehem"Heads crowned with golden halos.

Pink seeps from petalsDeepens to darker purpleLeaves white lace exposed.