Woods Haiku In the woods I walked. Conversation I did have. Though nobody talked. On this afternoon, the wind was whipping through the trees. Then silence would fall over the scene like someone hit pause. But a tumbling leaf crashed through the hemlocks and pines, and the silence was broken by death falling to earth, to start the cycle again. Continue Reading...
Each Cut The Kids Joy
Each cut the kids joy. Hours spent on prep in the cold. It never gets old. Continue Reading...
Bricks Stacked High
One hundred years plus. Bricks stacked high. Beneath the sky. Passion lies in us. Continue Reading...
Two Winters
Two winters distinct The sound of steel slicing ice For all full delight Continue Reading...