The Creek

Slish, slosh, through the creek, my favorite place I’d always seek. To sit and listen in the Spring, to all of nature’s beautiful things. And in the Summer it felt so cool, I’d take the creek over any pool. In the Fall the leaves would change in color- and fall in the water- a sight…

Five of Them Sat (Poem)

Five of them sat, right there on my deck. Did they not know it was winter- what the heck! “Go somewhere warm!” I called out to them. They completely ignored me, “Ahem…AHEM!” “Oh yes good sir we hear your concern, and it is true that for warmer weather we yearn, but have no fear for…

It Was By The River (Poem)

It was by the river that the slender trout drifted, silver in the light, to the surface they lifted. It was by the river that the young wolf ran with his first pack, now the alpha male, there was no experience he lacked. It was by the river that the songbirds would sing, a tune…

Freelance Begone (Poem)

He struggled to find, as hard as he looked, a freelance writing gig that he could book. He applied to several, begged for even more, but no one would give him the simplest chore. He guest wrote posts, all to no avail. No one wanted to pay him to tell their tale. Months and months,…

Spring On A Winter’s Day

And so when it seemed coldest, the plants withered away with frost. Along came the oldest, of seasons both present and lost. For just one day the snow and ice had gone, and the grass shown green on the front lawn. It was as if Spring had appeared, if only for a day. A reminder…