The morning chill is but a reminder//That the day does not come to you, ready...
The Day Does Not Come Ready
Rainy Day Jazz
Good jazz on a rainy day sits deep in my chest like sipping whiskey
Without
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
This Is How Things Are Done Around Here
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
Wonders of Whiskey and the Willow Tree
There are some rather odd and ridiculous sayings that come to mind under the influence of such mischievous quiddities as whiskey and autumntime.
Snow’s Folly
My heart is laden with the late winter's snow How pristine... How very elegant and decadent Swaddled with my prideful green boughs bending low Not even the beckoning wanton gusts evoke a quiver But nigh on the horizon, the rays of spring Proceed, gleaming ever before and ever after Now, that which once benumbed falls, thawed, shattering... Continue Reading →
December Rose 