In the warm sunshine,Wheat lies in bundles waitingTo be ridded of its straw,Cleaned of its chaff, ground into flour,Kneaded  into loaves of crusty breadTo eat with hot soupOn a cold winter's night. 

                                                                            Ho, a chilly day!Fall at her bestSummer’s been squeezedThrough a cider press.On with your sweaterCome on—Let’s runTill we’re... Continue Reading →

Little girl, you're bloomingYour eyes are shining bright.Your mother surely wondersWhen she tucks you in at night,At your beauty, how it strengthens,How it changes day by day;Like a flower buds and blossomsIn a most miraculous way!S