A year of roses gone to restSweet still to humans noses.Don't hurry past the soft remainsOf my year's glorious roses.The petals sweet remind me stillOf a fresh and bright bouquet,A pink bud, white, and crimsonI see like yesterday.

What sort of house would you preferIf you should live at sea?What type spiraled architectureWould you dream your dwelling be?Would you choose a small apartment?Stucco? Pointed roof? Alabaster Siding?Conch of pink with pearly accent?  What sort of home would you reside in?Rustic? Victorian? Talk of Frank Lloyd Wright!Twirly, swirly, curvy, curly? Stripe?Spotted, speckled? Solid white?Of seashore cottages, say what's... Continue Reading →

If you've never stopped in a gardenTo rest and sink back in the glowIf you've never spent a peace-filled hourThere, then you may never know,How fine, how sweet, and wonderful a place it is to go.