Sunday, August 18, 2013
Here there and back again the August moon captures the imagination with a wonder of where summer has gone. Some roses wilt as others bloom in a turning. The ridge is rich though some colors tend to fade a bit. Some flowers give way.
Good night, God bless and as ever be well. Stephen Craig Rowe
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Saturday, September 22, 2012
On the eve of fall night light is damp with full clouds and a chill in the air. Some stars shine as others fade in the gray sky of night. Roses speak soft poetry and turn deaf gardens into light. Trees on the ridge thin as brush rustles in doe steps and tap dance of pattering rain. Perhaps a quiet turn of seasons or perhaps a turn of light twists dawn to day with recall of the father and all the poetry there is and was and ever be well.