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 […]
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
Soaring If I take the wings of morning And soar above the world, I’ll look down on restless oceans And prairie lands unfurled. I will see the lofty mountains And silvery rivers run, The moon and stars of […]