I Am Autumn (or On the Magic of Middle-age) a poem

No longer the fresh, spring virgin

Today’s Goal: One Word: Art

If there is just one soul out there that benefits from your light, it’s worth it.

Soul/Tree (a poem)

    I am a tree rooted in solid earth strong, stable, secure providing protection bestowing beauty sharing air growing reaching for heaven   .  

A Moment that took 50 years to make.

This is not a promo for the book. Of course I want to sell the book, but more than anything, I want it to fall into the hands of someone who is suffering.

Pageantry of Morning; Glory to

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