Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

 We are celebrating the first sunrise in weeks; a wonderful way to begin this second-last day of January... and who knows what els...

The snow stretches cold, like a shawl full of holes Thrown over the shoulders of earth The Weaver of days fills the scope of...

Lest in life’s greed and haste we waste the best of what we have Lest, with feet shod with chase we serve the gods of self and...

 This morn's painting is entitled Silver... ( no my dear fellow-friends, not gray ;-)  And yes, the sun still exists even if i...

 A Sneak-peek at our lunch-treat;-) No one gets a sneak-peak Into morrow’s day No one knows for sure what waits One ho...