Share A Melancholy Gold By Vernie Lynn DeMille The wind is in the grass now, Gentle fingers prodding At leaves that will not rise, Pressing them to dance Just one more waltz Along the av...Read More
"Then a lone cricket starts playing his tune into the dark silence.
It makes me feel wonderfully small and inconsequential to mark time with a cricket..."...Read More
"Begin again." And the hopeless soul looks over the edge, into the darkness where their dreams have gone, and wonders if the risk of beginning will be their death or a new life....Read More
ShareThis poem was written just a few days after my firstborn son was born and as my Grandma Stratton was slowly slipping away from mortality. Grandma had suffered a stroke that kept her bedridden and...Read More
Share Just over a week ago a series of coordinated terrorist attacks in Paris, France claimed the lives of 130 people. They were the result of hate and bigotry on the part of Islam...Read More
"...I close my eyes at journey’s end, and sit beneath the shade.
The heat of travel flows from my fingertips and toes to the soil beneath me,
The earth returns a cool stillness in trade.
I open m...Read More