Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
There nothing quite alluring as that chair So finely crafted, sanding-wheeled and glazed, Hand-rubbed, enhancing grain and curves with care, And waiting just for me to be amazed. When placed with will, upon the porch so grand, Two-storied decks of un-named mountain inn, Aligned,… Continue Reading “Rocking Chair”
“There was a time when things were different.” Many things were different, Everything was different. Was it a dream or was it Just yesterday? Just yesterday, The weathered, well-pruned arborvitae lay prone ‘neath the blizzardly burden of winter’s shawl, Only (soon) to spring… Continue Reading “Just Yesterday (Speakeasy #147)”