On silent wings, he cut across my path, majestic in the early morning light. His flight was effortless, his eye … More
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Silent Communication
I love words. I love to read them and write them. They have a way of sticking with us, rooting … More
Winter
Winter creeps nearer as I sit.Her frost has touched the leaves of every tree.And now the wind whispers,Meanders through fallen … More
The Gift of the Tree
Here I sit again, Watching my tree, Wondering how even one day can bring such dramatic change. Wasn’t it yesterday … More
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