A January Day

Today is chilly and dreary, foggy and damp, but as beautiful as any other day here on our windy top in the pines. I like to sit outside, no matter what the air feels like, to listen to the stories the birds tell each other, or maybe they're telling me. From on top of the … Continue reading A January Day



Some days it is difficult just to be Something I want, something they want Me Fearful Of what could be, or would have been If only I had made a plan Followed through From beginning to end What then? I'm afraid I don't know Maybe Fear is My plan Well then I would be a success Other … Continue reading Maybe