My heart hums a lullaby along with a tufted titmouseamong the luscious Berries that surround the sanctuary...Remembering the Glory days of Summer Roma..
Chickadees are soft as Snow with sunshine smiles.as they sit perched on morning mists of dreams well spent... Christmas songs have all been rendered w..
In a World of broken hearts that need mending there are Tea Rooms for healing of the Blues... Sonnets linger in afternoons of quiet momentswhen Mother..
All bundled up from head to toe...We climbed up the Hill with ourRed Sleds in tow in the newly fallen Snow...The bright Red Cardinals were flying arou..
Downey Woodpeckers know where the Loot is stashed...They are flitting about at daybreak... wearing a Robe ofblack and white with a most fashionable Re..
In the Winter of my life... I miss the lazy whistlesof the Meadowlark in the Summer heat of youth...when the coolness of the shade gave way to love la..