Author Archives: poetinplace_p0jmor
Ode To A Sunday Morning. I like quiet in the house, like a church before the service, Or the deep woods on a day with no wind to make the leaves chatter like children at play. After the night I … Continue reading
Winter Walks Your winter walk is much nicer than mine. The sun shining on snow all around with your branches, the perfect setting for cardinals and others out getting their food as best they can taking a living off the … Continue reading
Living On Standby I have no wish for quiet mornings to end. Circumstance may someday send me back to hew out my time in a labor I don’t always love. These new days at home create themselves from obligation and … Continue reading
October 2020 I ask the rain and plead with the cloudy sky So many reasons to just ask why have the days gone so fast. in this tumble down year that started so well? for some it’s been pure hell. … Continue reading
On Druid Time There are stone circles from ancient times on famous hilltops in misty climes. But not in my backyard although I see the honey bee perform its timeless rites and I invite the birds to my trees and … Continue reading
Mornings to Midnights
I like quiet in the house, like church before the service, Or the deep woods on a day with no wind to make the leaves chatter like children at play. After the night I start my day thinking about … Continue reading