Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

God creates no desolation Winter’s tree, a lovely gray Nature’s each season-creation Beautiful in its own way God exci...

Hung upon the frame of Ages Streams each masterpiece from God Heaven’s handiwork assuages Heart and soul, sky, sea and...

While sitting in the Dr.'s office with my mother-in-law this morning,  I was blown away by the culmination of moments  c...

Isn’t it just perfect; the colors on God’s brush Never seem to run awry or dribble quite a muck He ...

‘Tis futile to rebel to colors dripping from God’s brush, For who of us can tell the what, the wherefore or the why Of He ...

 Yes, even brown and bronze beneath blue-gray is beautiful...November's brooding beauti-tone. Where once the painted hill had...

I come out here to listen To the sky-line lullaby To hear its vesper glisten On the deep end of good-by The Maestro...

Into His heavenly palette He dips an ethereal brush While slumb'ring earth lays dormant on the palm of midnight's hush He gently br...