They remind me of bedtime in my childhood and camping by the lake and my wedding night. These shadows are the personification of confluence....
Ruminations of a Working Man: Confluence
Muttered Memory
It certainly seems the season//For muted colors and muttered memory...
Little Joys, Tiny Victories
Each day has such little joys and tiny victories//If we only take a moment to look around...
This Particular Morning
Sip my coffee and listen to a score by Count Basie, and dreaming of my Lover, whom I adore...
Chasing the Sun
I spend my days chasing the sun...
Somber Realization of Responsibility
The somber realization of responsibility, the little ache in my left-side chest...
My Lover is a Sunflower
My Lover is a sunflower, wild and free... She belongs to my garden, and she Loves me...
The Chance to Wink
Never miss the chance to wink at the bird sitting in the weeds...
If I Could Build My Love a Home
The finest things make homes...
December Rose 