“Say What?”

Soft rain carried on tender breezeCaressed her innocent face.Sylvan sachet on morning air,A welcoming fragrant embrace.The pathway lay in mellow shadeBeneath that cool and verdant rank.We made our way through shielding treesAnd reached the nearby river bank.She went to climb a crooked oak,But lying nearby on the leaShe found a gem that caught her eyeAnd…

Stars

Scattered lights glitter across midnight rooftop view. Urban galaxy. ©

Mrs. Morgenstern’s House

A cool, shaded porch in mid-summer's heat, a window on the world and a view of the street. A breeze stirs the chimes and rings out a song a sound to remember the whole winter long. Mrs. Morgenstern's house stands close to the road and offers the chance for both young and old to pause in their travels and ask how…