As the blood Hunter Super Moon began to rise. Its red-orange glow reflected on the Chesapeake bay. I was not the only one watching the moon rise. A heron, standing proud on the sandy shore gazed on as well. Warmed by the moon glow was he. While I […]
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ” ― George Carlin
Some call it fishing, but fishing means you’re trying to find something. Catching..now catching I like.
From whence arrived the praying mantis? From outer space, or lost Atlantis? glimpse the grin, green metal mug at masks the pseudo-saintly bug, Orthopterous, also carnivorous, And faintly whisper, Lord deliver us. By Ogden Nash (1902 – 1971)
All eyes were on me today. I didn’t matter where I went, nor who it was. They were watching me. I wondered what I did to cause them to look at me the way they did. Was it the way I walked, or was it the color of […]
I shall enter the garden through the heavy gates. Pushing the gate ajar, it resists and creaks with the effort. It is a different world inside the garden. An Eden, an oasis. A place where the spirit is lifted from the heavy burden. The lilies shine light and […]
The old bridge, strong for over a hundred years. The tales it could tell. Of the babbling brook that flows beneath or of the footsteps that walked above. This bridge, of man-sized stones tightly bound. Even Mother Nature with her attempts, blizzards, earthquakes, heavy rains. The bridge remains […]
In the whispers of the wind, the old tree knows. The changing of the light shows promise. With March barely here, spring is soon to appear. The streams filled with melting snow. Rushing with life to the forest floor. Tucked in the winter debris, bright colors of a […]
Along the creek the boulders hold strong. Along the rushing water, melting from the snow. The woods quiet, hushed from the winter’s blow. As spring begins to draw near.
The birds of the Manor flew in to wish you a very special Happy Valentine’s Day. May you have a warm and love filled day. Love and Friendship BY EMILY BRONTË Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree— The holly is dark when the rose-briar […]