The earth laughs in flowersRalph Waldo EmersonA tiny November blossom Laughs from my windowsill;Brightens the kitchenWith its honey-sweet voice.

Only one life will soon be pastOnly what's done for Christ will lastC.T. StuddLong they stoodWalls and arches over doorwaysBaked by Oklahoma AugustsCured again and again, like bricks in kilns,Like pottery that holds a storyLong they stoodBeaten by wind and weather.Shifting foundations left cracksBoys with rocks broke out windowsBirds and squirrels stayedReplacing summer touristsVines crept... Continue Reading →

Ho, a chilly day!Fall at her bestSummer’s been squeezedThrough a cider press.On with your sweaterCome on—Let’s runTill we’re finally warmedBy the autumn sun!We’ll climb the pear treeGather them inBaskets and buckets,Boxes and bin.Gather those pumpkins.Carve us a “Jack”.Cut golden sunflowersHang ‘em on the rack.There’s soup for supperWith fresh hot bread.Watch the orange moon riseThen scurry... Continue Reading →