Once Again
The rain and wind have visited the trees once too often — the branches nearly bare. The ground covered in […]
Poetry by Byron Hoot
The rain and wind have visited the trees once too often — the branches nearly bare. The ground covered in […]
This late October rain and mist and fallen leaves like the grains of sand on a beach is prelude to […]
Sometimes I feel the streams of memory overflowing the banks of any containment I have erected to keep past dreams […]
When hunting, I think about the natureof waiting, how much of my lifeis taken by it. How here in the […]
The mists rose from patches of pines like prayer incense rising, disappearing as words thinned and the burden of the […]
There is a destination to arrive at on Thursday and that affects what I will do today. The argument could […]
I have heard you play the harp and sing when the spirit of the Shaper has entered you and know […]
I opened my eyes and saw first light and closed my eyes wanting a dream to take me into the […]
“You are about to do something wonderful” is the unspoken gospel everyone knows. Not something big, outlandish, a big production […]
Leaves are losing their exuberance of green, some trees have given over to the fall colors, the curling of their […]