Winter | When my leaves fall…
Each fall I think about what might have been. Hopes, dreams, plans. One by one, the leaves drop to the ground. Dead? Maybe. Read the rest of this entry »
Each fall I think about what might have been. Hopes, dreams, plans. One by one, the leaves drop to the ground. Dead? Maybe. Read the rest of this entry »
This photo is one of my favorites from our visit to Crater Lake. Well worth at least a haiku if not a full poem, don’t you think? Read the rest of this entry »