I Wasn’t Ready

The trees trembled, kissed by the cold wind, their leaves raining down in a riot of color. Somehow the light was different, softer, everything changing, and I wasn’t ready. I clung to the warmth of the summer past, the perfume of flowers and the joy of carefree days. I clung to my youth and to … More I Wasn’t Ready

Dancing with Joy

   The path before me is strewn with leaves, Broken, brown, with shots of faded red and yellow.  The season in my Southern town moving toward winter yet again in fits and jerks,  I walk this way each morning, in my mind’s eye seeing glimmers of this place, my home, in the pristine green canopy … More Dancing with Joy