From where I stand, everything is massive, towering and overwhelming - ocean waves heaving and crashing, redwood trees reaching like hands towards clouds that rise tall and pompous I can’t see it all Without turning around and around in dizzying Awe. My smallness grows at the sight of such grandeur And a strange delight wells … Continue reading What You See: A Christmas Poem
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The soil, caked on my gloved hand, is heavy and wet as I pull out what remains of my flower garden. Roots like thread wrap around the balls of black dirt in my hands. An early snowfall in October and the following rain delayed what I should have done months ago. I close the wooden … Continue reading Help Us Remember
