The rain stopped a few minutes ago, but the sky is still dark and I’m wondering if there’s more. When storms come, whether they be rain or wintry storms, I think about those who are homeless and wish better things for them–comfort and safety, a warm and dry place to be. I wish that […]
Mar 3, 2018
Beautiful, Lowly Mud Puddles
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Okay, let’s face it–a mud puddle is about the lowest thing in life. But, it has an undeserved reputation because I’ve never seen a puddle on the ground that was muddy–at least, until someone stepped in it. Puddles that remain after a rain can’t help that they happen to be in a low spot and […]
Sep 1, 2016
September’s Song
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The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day Manos September is that, isn’t it…summer’s afterglow? Each spring, leaves, flowers, grass are bursting with new […]
Aug 5, 2016
A Morning Reflection
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The quiet of early morning, before the day actually begins its routine of busy-ness, lends itself to reflection. I hear the train whistle downtown and wonder how many generations have heard it and what their lives were like. Did they sit at the breakfast table with a cup of steaming coffee, as I am sitting […]
