Small-town Spring

Outside the Potter’s shop they growThese trusty DaffodilsAnd clusters on the banks of MainStrong in springtime chills The Primrose Cousins, short yet sweetThey’re huddled in a garden neatWhile Colt’s Foot Flower children playBeside the ditch in scattered ways There stands Sir Purple Crocus CupThe grass grows quickly greenRobin bathes in Parking LotPuddle makes him splashyContinue reading “Small-town Spring”

A Solitary Star: Pandemic Ponderings

I’m lying in bed, listening to Waymaker, and I’m crying. It’s been a rough couple of days. Out my bedroom window, even with the lights of Main Street, I see a star. A solitary star. When I go to the living room in the dark, and look out that window, I notice other stars asContinue reading “A Solitary Star: Pandemic Ponderings”