The room was full of people. People crowded in chairs at rows of white clothed tables. I sat at the end of one of the center rows, turned sideways in my chair to spoon feed a baby in a highchair.      The room was alive, voices raising and a constant current... Continue Reading →

On the windowsillCanning jars sprouted Purple and Pink bloomsSweet from her gardenBy the south wall in shrubsUnder her bedroom Window—she foundA wren's nest—a soft Leafy grass tunnel, watchedAs the sprite little birdFlew in and warmedFour brown-speckled eggs.

"Of the five senses through which we experience life, scent unquestionably has the most power  to evoke memory." Hallmark PassingThe garden, I smell itThat musky smell of fruit,Like perfume in a bottle. The leaves vining along the fenceSeem to have more Scent than theFast growing green melonStill, I can smell it ripe.I picture the bumpy rindAnd orange insidesSee them... Continue Reading →