"FIVE" Five inches of snow in the farmhouse yard. Around 1800, these stones became a home. The river's just over the ridge The pony's in the barn And my snow coat is zipped. Its hood is a tunnel. I am five And this day is as far as I can see. After playing my …
"Shangri-La" Emerging from the drafty house alone, she buttons up and walks tall. Her aspect slender. Deservedly proud. Unrelinquished. She leans forward striding silently through the driving rain. Unmoved. Undeterred. Patient. Smiling. Her winter footsteps are sparks. This is her hearth. She is home.
Clear Blue Sky 