Are We There Yet?

Mary of Christmas I know not how, dear Lady love, To offer you my praise, I cannot fashion as I wish The words that I world ...

Autumn Movement I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck o...

Red Mountain rising through the clouds above the Million Dollar Hwy, Ouray County, Colorado "O wild West Wind, thou breath...

We are thankful for:   Our Faith, Family, and Friends, And All the Good Things the Heavenly Father Sends, Like : My washer and dryer And...

November 12th, 2011 Where I'm From I am from the little log cabin across the pasture from Jesus' house; from multi-colored ela...

Thank-you, dear Lord, for my son, Jon.  I miss him so much now that he is gone. But, You were so good to have given him A sweet understandin...

Snowy meadow on the way to Telluride, Colorado, Epiphany week, 2011. Click for the better effect of the larger picture... Winter-Time by...

Crow on the roof of the old firehouse bell tower in Ridgway, Colorado.  1/5/11

November by John Updike The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard, As hard as stone. ...

 Anna, listening to a secret Julia is telling her...  The Naming of Cats The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't ...

I'm thankful, Lord, for: 1. endless skies 2. Dan's brown eyes 3. pumpkin pie  4. Your grace 5. on happy days 6. and bad 7. my mom an...

Song in Late Summer Soft and blue are thy robes, my Mother, Azure and clear as an angel's eyes - Let me hide in them, oh, my Mother - R...

Finally, it has arrived ~ the long-awaited, eagerly-anticipated Haiku Festival over at Haiku Queen Laura's! Here are our contributions....

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Playing on the computer, or playing in the yard, Taking it easy, Or working hard, Going on a business trip, Or out to hunt deer, Headin...

I can't resist posting these.. Sunrise O rising Sun, so fair and gay, What are you bringing me, I pray, Of sorrow or of joy today? ~ Yo...

... My child poet picked out the letters On the grey stone, In silver the wonder of a Christmas townland, The winking glitter of a frosty d...

A Child's Calendar November by John Updike The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard...

Gathering Leaves by Robert Frost Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great ...

Leaves by Elsie Brady How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees witho...