Like my three younger siblings, Patti, David and Tommy, our anticipation of Santa Claus reached a zenith. Christmas was finally here. I worried that I had not been “good enough” for Santa but everything must have been ok because I did have a stocking full of little treasures that morning.Continue reading →
I begin the upward climb into the cloudy mist
The earth disappears below me.
No end in sight. The ladder sways in wide arcs,
These graceful ballet dancers hover
on the warm August breeze.
Orchestrations in rural fields and along roadsides
They each remember to arrive at this time every yearContinue reading →