When the wind of change blows, some people build walls others build windmills- Chinese Proverb
Art by Oswaldo Gayasamín 1967- The violinist The sound of falling rain, Or lemonade that’s stirred, The whistle of a train, The song of a bird, To some it’s only noise, But every sound I’ve heard Seems sure like, Much more like A song… Continue reading Sounds
My heart aches with a passionate mark when the birches barren lie, stay, pungent earth red bruised berries, Alaska’s growing things; Let not winter’s hoary white fingers bury your resplendent face. By Claire F. Continue reading Alaskan Fall
( art by Anne Brooks) Blue of sky Red of leaves Stories they carry Dreaming of sunsets On faraway shores Continue reading On Faraway Shores
Welcome Autumn You have something magical You have lights and colors That no other season can get You are the season of the soul You are darkness with colors Continue reading Autumnal Meditation
