But even the rain, toward dusk, gets tired of it...
Church bells in the distance have a deep-in-the-country overtone and a village charm...
In memory of Michael Potemra.
"Finish the wine. Dawn’s but an eyelid of light opening..."
"The drone of drills amidst this constant clamor of deconstruction..."
"On this day in October, driving over the train tracks..."
Christmases, my grandmother set a crystal tray of cookies out.
From, "The Book of Odes" translated by Richard O’Connell.
"Empirical," by Rex Wilder.
Sometimes the frost comes early when it might have held its crystallizing of the leaves.