Tag: poetry

I TIED DRY FLIES

I tied dry flies

Long before I sipped Mai Tais.

A SUNDAY MORNING LESSON

Is there any higher contentment

Than languishing in bed on Sunday morning?

My Father’s Day Socks

I was rummaging in my left top drawer, Where I keep everyday footwear. And there they were — My Fathers Day Socks. . This occasion was comfortable and warm, As was my first encounter With these most cherished possessions (It must have been 15… Continue Reading “My Father’s Day Socks”

THE MIST TRILOGY

June 1, 1992   By: dc hILL DAY I. A VISUAL BLANKET MIST Two stars still shine In the predawn blue and gray. To the east, beyond the ridge, Warmer colors will have their say. The valley below lays in slumber, Blanketed by a… Continue Reading “THE MIST TRILOGY”

The Garden Spider

Date: July 15, 1991 One misty morn, the first at the farm homestead. On the way to the barn, past the seldom-used shed. A gossamer spider web was spun there. Its silk filaments, as fine as angel hair. The threads held dewdrops, a wonderous… Continue Reading “The Garden Spider”