Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Dawn bares the haste of Time’s ‘forthwith of days’ …sigh-stippled landscapes with skies intersect Want, work and w...

 (for all parents with loved ones moving out to return to school) It is the color of August, bronze-burnished It is the murmur...

It’s not in the number of dollars we earn Or in how much treasure we lay in store The measure of pleasure in life’s return...

The misty morning was motionless, save for one meandering cow...   When the ground is hard and dry, and the sky Is hazy, a...

Oh Lord, you know Our heart of hearts Where somber, secret Sorrow smarts You hear those words   We cannot speak Save...