Slumber of the Seasons

Even the sun grows weary, when she shines for far too long, so she pulls the clouds over her tired rays, and releases a tremendous yawn. The wind sings her a lullaby as he rustles through the leaves, of a tree who becomes so drowsy, that she too decides to sleep.  She offers a blanketContinue reading “Slumber of the Seasons”

Nanny’s Kitchen

I remember the September sun diffusing through the blinds, casting light upon the table,  where you taught me long division. Four o’clock and it’s set for supper: Forks on the left, knives on the right, two Flinstone vitamins for Evan and Claire. I remember the patio door,  wedged with a wooden pole, removed when youContinue reading “Nanny’s Kitchen”