Snow blankets the ground
The sun peaks thru wispy clouds
A dullness seems too prevail
The humming sound sits behind my ears
And oriental grasses softly flutter
Snow blankets the ground
The sun peaks thru wispy clouds
A dullness seems too prevail
The humming sound sits behind my ears
And oriental grasses softly flutter
Grey clouds blanket the sky
a saxophone plays a slow refrain
a stillness pervades my sole
slowly the the vain turns south and hangs there
November 2, 2025 Michael and I received the sad news today that his nephew Marc passed away on October 15th. We don't have a lot of in...