Nothing's quite As happy, Quite so full of Joy and song,Nothing's quite As gladsome, As handsome,Free and strongAs these piles of Pink petunias Hordes and heaps ofPink petunias,As these beds of Pink petuniasAre to me.

Bricks and stone may endureA few years, but quickly and sureThey ruin. So wood and glassThese soon will passOn, worn and weary.Used up and drearyFascia cracks, a crack leaksSoffits warp, time keepsMoving on, marching on. Bricks crumble. Paint fades.Boards rot and mold tradesPlace with what once was prime.What stays? What transcends time?What of my work when my life... Continue Reading →

End of summer peaches taste tangy tart and sweet From the fuzzy blushing peelings to the hard and crumpled seedsThe smell is more than scent, an aroma strong and deep  Oh, if I could only find a way to make the freshness keep!