We’re just another small hometown, Where the snow comes drifting down. Right beside the interstate, The winter’s long; spring’s always late. But thoughts of spring are premature As evidenced by the decor, Gifts we’re buying in the store, Snowy bootprints on the floor. Filling boxes up with cheese Curl more ribbon, would you please? MochaContinue reading “Christmas in My Town”
The plot I suggested in my last post, with the coffee and the tree and the Christmas date happened to be a short story just waiting to be written. Humor me as I attempt some fiction, decidedly Hallmark-like, with a bit of a Christian twist. It is totally predictable and a little unrealistic, with aContinue reading “A Christmas Short Story”
1. Hedgehog cookies. Aren’t they the most adorable cookies you’ve ever seen? 2. The headline this morning about the Supreme Court’s decision concerning the houses of worship in New York. I am encouraged to know that our right to gather in freedom to worship is being upheld, pandemic or not. I believe the gathering ofContinue reading “A Dozen Thanks Givings”
Her dreams- they’re autumn leavesglowing beautiful and bright. Yet quick as thieves stealing in the nightThey lose their hold- And fall, And fall.The red turns brown the yellow, too. They’re trampled down as if on cue.And then the cold- Over all, Over all.
I get really excited about autumn. It’s my favorite season, without a question, and it never lasts long enough. I sipped my first pumpkin spice latte of this fall mid-August, while browsing in a local furniture and decor store. They are already displaying their autumnal merchandise, and it inspired me to come home and getContinue reading “Autumn Anticipation”
She was a discoverer of paths hidden. It started out as an expedition, a very short expedition, I might add, through the evergreens behind the house, standing in stately predictability. But when she got to the end of the little wood, there were several small Christmas tree-like specimens gathered close to a small grassy area.Continue reading “The Unexpected Path”
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”