Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Oh mystery, no one can see Beyond earth’s threshold or Time’s door Nor where this brief mortality Will fade into forevermor...

Some questions I am loathe asking Do you miss me like I miss you? When we are far too far apart Is your heart also billow-...

 ( I always miss this after we return home , back to the rigorous and relentless rush of duty) As morning unfolds from sky-riv...

 A comfy chair, coffee, lake and a pen in hand; who could ask for anything more? When she is gone from you Or you too far from...

We are born for holding, Holding children as they grow Holding families or flowers But in it I’ve come to know Sweet love...

 Pictures of Poetry by John Clare and James Whitcomb Riley We need a little poetry The gold on gray, the waking breeze On...

They weave through green-leaf spire Where burnished breezes strum And aching hearts inquire Of moments, whence they come ...

A new day dawns Imprint upon The diary Of summer’s page We love and learn Its no return Preserved within Past’s age...