For Bill B:
Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.
Skat@2017
To Every Season
14
My Life In Runes …
little everyday verses
For Bill B:
Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.
Skat@2017
The last purple leaf
clings to the chokecherry tree–
forestalling my grief.
skat@2016
Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Writing is ..., it just is ...
A Quest For Emotional Insight
Roots and Branches in our Family Trees
thoughts, anecdotes and snapshots stumbled upon
Peace. Tranquility. Insanity.
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
because the story must be told
Diary of a Canadian Winter Garden
by Scooj
A Continuing Revolution
inesemjphotography
Color by words.
home of the elusive trope
"Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound
Nothing happens unless first you dream
Football Talk - with other stuff mixed in
a creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood
