Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

The magnitude of the snow-majesty we are enjoying is impossible to capture with a camera-lens! It rouses within a winsome woo words cannot c...

  When season-end baskets and bowls Cradle final gleaning that tolls With future gardens gathered in... When garden gourds are gathered in W...

This morning I asked Victoria to take a picture as a keepsake of the sacred commonplace... Of countless times in our 34 years of marriage, J...

(I apologize to you who read, sometimes before I've found  some editing flaws I missed previously... These poems generally get penned an...

  Happy (Sad) Last Day of Summer  (Insert brave smile😢) (Ignore date on cover of slideshow of a very lovely last day of summer!)) It is as ...

Tonight I bid farewell to August as well as another summer-season routine of childcare. Others are bidding farewell this time of year to stu...

  I'm photographing this tree prolifically right now because I know I could wake up any morning to see it barren in one fell swoop... Su...

Here's to the last week of September/summer's embers... This poem is for we who mourn the loss of sun-warm hours and flowers Yet eag...