I write because it makes me smile. I read because it makes me think.
Poetry and prose that lifts your spirit.
SEASONS Spring blooms glorious birth, Summer sun warms the earth, Autumn flames riotous bright, Winter freezes into cozy quiet. Laughter weaves through it all, Answering to nature’s call. MORNING Mauve weaves through Gold and pink, Slashes of purple Wink and blink Night tugs toward…
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and…