How I wish I could write…like a Tree grows deeply sown anchored in sturdy roots settling and extending girth beneath the surface then sprout of thought breaks soil rising slowly seeking the warmth… Continue reading
Jagged haze enfolds twisting up in mass of edges It breathes anew ready for life bold the light rests. Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Monday, April 25, 2016 Image: Green shoot by P.Antonello Moore.
There he stood near death, a mere shell of his former self. “Come on Buddy, not yet!” I said with conviction, “You have so much left to live for.” He didn’t respond. He… Continue reading
I was outside gardening this past weekend. Now I’m not terribly skilled or know all there is to know about gardening. Yet, when we inherited a home that had beautiful landscaping already built… Continue reading
At the corner of the street I’d see her. Bright as usual, she lit up her front yard. Cars whizzed by but she didn’t pay attention. “Did she even know I was there?”… Continue reading