Rain is pouring down out of a leaden sky,
well, not really leaden, the sky is gray, gray, gray.
It is my spirits that are leaden,…
One Day in March Start back as far as poetry goes back and each poet sings, as if the first, of spring and its new birth, the tender green, the birds in…
February 9th 9:20Am, 11 degrees outside after an overnight low of 6, 18 inches of snow on the ground, we are in the grip of winter but at the bird feeder there…