Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour yields its tribute of delight. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~ Sweet summer's courtship came....  ...

“Summer afternoon— summer afternoon;  to me those have always been the two  most beautiful words in the English language.” ― Henry James Aut...

Hello September,  month of Burnished Beauty and Bittersweet Bliss!  "The only things to truly get sad about"  philosophized my hus...

May is flying by in a flurry of hellos and farewells and smiles and tears... and much to do!!  How soon the little boy and girl sheds childh...

Like buds, morning breaks hours unfold  bearing noon-blooms that fade and fall, like so many flower-petals to strew the dust of dusk The pet...

  Off on a long anticipated trip to England! ...before moving out for the summer. Last night the sun set on life-as-I-know-it for a while......