Tag: Gregory’s Pond


This sonnet is a reflection of the happy days so long ago, when we surreptitiously (or so we thought) parked across the street from our new home.

On Gregory’s Pond

As snowy blossoms gently fall to ground, A soothing, soaring, skylark song rings clear, As if to pierce the silent, deafening sound, Awakening an inner voice sincere. Reflections, closer than they oft appear when viewed head-on, no longer lie in wait, Breaking through the… Continue Reading “On Gregory’s Pond”

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