Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
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.
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”