Just This Once

Just This Once I hear the whistle of a distant train,an echo at the end of a long day.A light snow falls against the windowpane,from dark mottled skies of purple and gray. Upon the mantel sits a vintage vase,wilted flowers filled with sorrow and rue.My eyes blur, drawn into the torrid blaze,my mind flooding withContinue reading “Just This Once”

Banks of the Potomac

Banks of The Potomac Late summer moving in slow motion,surrounded by green on country trails,the brazen sun burning our skinas water gurgles against the rockson the banks of the Potomac. A father and son cast on the North Branch,tackle plunking down, reels whizzing,pulling a croaking catfish from indigo waters.I watch and smile, filled with fondContinue reading “Banks of the Potomac”