I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.
Sundown’s emberlight on crimson, burgundy, gold— bewitching beauty —Deb Johnston
Covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven, As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses, Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves, I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring. —Walt Whitman An excerpt from Walt Whitman’s elegy to President Abraham Lincoln. It was Continue reading “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d”
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! -Lord Byron
McMillan Marsh Sandhill Crane April, 2021
“Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.” —John Muir Happy Birthday John Muir.
I followed the trail that led into the shadows of the dark woods. Once in, I waited near a rope, was handed spray for my limbs, then a flashlight beamed where to sit. I was transported— back to the turn of the century, no longer a tourist. A sailing rig became a working voyage, asContinue reading “TIME TRAVELER (Please support The Arts)”
Shed warm coats and hats, this season springs of beginnings. Come out, start anew. -Deb Johnston
Ponds and lakes sealed in ice, locking the schools below. The curl of the auger bites through. Silver fins and scales scour for rations dangled hook by hook. Risking freedom, she reaches for that one last morsel. -Deb Johnston