Carried Away Waiting for the carriage The Pumpkin Coach of Nod to the land that’s ever sleeping the Spring in its facade in cloaks and robes of Winter when we are children, laugh and sing, for we don’t know what is coming and we think it is the Spring as we’re caroling through the… Continue reading Carried Away
Some of my favorite fall foliage pictures from years gone by.
The ragged edge of sleep, Oh how it taunts, And in the waking hours dares to haunt the soul Of hunters graceless in their gait Who in their hunger hardly care to wait Unless then patience proves to be their need They’d rather cut your throat and watch you bleed, To eat then of the… Continue reading Wolf Song.
It is the Eve of All Saints. Beware your steps, tread lightly between the darkness and the break of day, first, do no harm, that no harm come to you. Beware your cloaks and daggers, and all the earthly wagers on your soul, for it can be neither bought nor sold, but only freely given, while you stand… Continue reading The Eve of All Saints.
The City, the weather turning now. The Harvest Moons rising high against the edge of the water. Boats rocking against the pier. Tankers and cargo ships anchored in the bay, the waves pushing against the locks. Giant glowing balloons beckoning the bounty of Autumn shorn from the surface of the plentiful terrain, loaded into the… Continue reading Autumnal Equinox.