Tree by the lakeYour leaves fly, flip, fallFluttering to the waterBecome boats Slip-slip-slipping in the wind's currentSettling softly from the surfaceTo their storage shelf on the lake's bottom.Tree by the lakeYour leaves tumble, twirl, swirl Pirouette across the pastureBecome lifejacketsGrip-grapple-grouping under lilac bushes,Burrowing beneath the blue SpruceTo blanket the bare earth against winter's cold.Tree by the lakeYour... Continue Reading →

Worn by windWeathered and weakenedThe rail fenceIs a place to roostFor Blue Jays and Black squirrels.Offers a view,A rest stop,A step up to the nearest tree.It used to be myFavorite place to sit,Now it is only a wispOf its former selfAnd childhood memories likeWisps of smokeAlmost only unreachable feelings  

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 →