The Workbench After the burial, I walk up to the old white clapboard house and peer with cupped hands into a cobwebbed cellar window. Inside the dank and musty interior, I see my grandfather’s once vital workbench ghostlike, scarcely lit by streaks of powdered April sunshine. His step stool once too big for me, seems … Continue reading The Workbench
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The Wedding Ring Quilt
The Wedding Ring Quilt This morning, the first snow of spring fell like a curtain of lace across the mountains spilling leftovers of winter down into the stunted pine brushed valley. The touch of your smile held the warmth of weathered hands; eyes of silver and sage glistened when I said, “I hope it snows … Continue reading The Wedding Ring Quilt
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Deep Winter, Now Gone
It is the first day of National Poetry Month and this blog is declared to be officially open or perhaps I should say "re-open". Blog posts have not been made for quite sometime and what a perfect time to re-open Journey On to readers! Inspiration for this came when I took a photo of the … Continue reading Deep Winter, Now Gone
