Sunrise, Sunset, Sun Rise Again
Over these next few weeks we’ll be shaking off the husk of winter, riding the great wheel of the year’s
Up From the Ashes …
When my kids were littles, we had a disc of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in the car, and so I
Holding Both, Again
As the summer sun creeps down toward its southern, wintery home, I feel that telltale change in the air. It
In Between
Here’s a sweet Autumn poem I found: The sun, tired of green summer peeks through his kaleidoscope and twists the