I stepped outside my sun room door one morning with a cup of coffee in hand while still in my bathrobe.
Sitting down on the door sill I marveled at the morning's ornaments.
I breathed deeply and the lilacs obliged.
a return of sorts
What a smorgasbord of things are on my mind this January day when the cold of winter doth blow and we are bundling up once again with wool...
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This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfa...
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Offense would not be taken if someone defined my life as prosaic. Because in some ways my daily routines could be truly described as such. Y...
