Fall is Coming – Poetry for a Sunday Morning
Garrett, my teenage poet left me a poem this morning. Crisp clear damp air Scent of the water Morning air … Continue reading Fall is Coming – Poetry for a Sunday Morning
Garrett, my teenage poet left me a poem this morning. Crisp clear damp air Scent of the water Morning air … Continue reading Fall is Coming – Poetry for a Sunday Morning
Beauty of the night and the beauty of language of the heart and soul from Walt Whitman – 1856 WANDER … Continue reading Night with Walt Whitman