“The Golden Circle”

(Quoth* the Poet)   Much rather would I write of daffodils and sunbeams, Than of political bills and moody things. “All frivolity,” would you say? To that I respond with a cheery, “Nay!” For my words are crafted, the spirit to cringe And to open its eyes to see. They increase the pulse and purge…

What does the fog want to show us?

“What does the fog want to show us?” Fog is coy.  He reveals what he wants to reveal.  Yes, as you walk about, he may show a barnacle encrusted rock with soft waves nuzzling; that moment of sunrise sky shot with rose; the farm house garden with lilacs over a split-rail fence – these he reveals to…