Mischievous As I watch the rabbit nibble the carrots where the marigolds have not yet bloomed I clap my gloved hands. the dull sound is loud enough To scare away the rabbit. When I walk over to the […]
In the Paths of Jesus I’ve walked the New York City streets Through towering walls of gray I’ve edged along the rocky shores Of San Francisco Bay. I’ve strolled along Grand Canyon’s rim And seen the grandeur there […]
The Road Taken Could we but travel back in time And speak the words unsaid, To ponder the road not taken And the place it might have led. The past is like a window; On the outside looking […]
Window on Winter From a high window I observe Dark, Cloudless sky, Frozen fingers Of maple trees, The garden below Barren, Resigned to silence, Waiting For the first Small disc Of snow. – William Beyer