Today no shoes but mine are parked at the door, No coats tossed like confetti, No tracks ‘cross the floor. My house looks just lovely, as...

An ancient tree thrives Evermore branching, leafing Thronged with kindred. By: Debra McDermott

. . . Morning . . . first breath is Love thankfulness and joy Beginnings bright as sunflowers hatch on new born days. by: Paula “Poetess”...