haven of beauty
right in the city limits
the Sunken Gardens
After a
Stretch of
Foul weather
Reigned
A glorious
Sky
Returned once
Again
Muted
Autumn colors
Lay
Kissed
By snowflakes
Yesterday
Mirror, Mirror
On the
Wall
Who’s the
Bluest
Of them
All
Conceited, stuck up,
Snotty bore
On a
High horse
But
What for
Those
Most genuinely
Adored
Leave
All pretense
At
The door
Caught
By
Wet snow
What a
Surprise
Season
Transforms
Before
Our
Eyes
That
White stuff’s
Familiar
It rings a
Bell
Goodness sakes
The
First snow
Just
Fell
Silent Sunday – (10/14/18)
This way
Or
That way
Any way at
All
Whatever
You choose
Make
Your best
Call
