As the weather grewDarker and colderThe new buds of springIn autumn were olderGoldenAs an aged wedding ringSmoke signals roseVeiled and thinLike the Farmer’s AlmanacThat said, winter would beginWhen the first snowflakeDelicate and whiteBecame an omenOf frostbiteThe farmer shiveredAt the thoughtHe stoked the fireUntil red hotA golden fluffballPurred on his lapThe farmer and kittyShared a catnap… Read More Golden


It’s the pieces When combined That finish the design In a mosaic collection Gathered over a lifetime It’s the pieces Mended together Where broken edge Meets broken edge That turns imperfection Into a masterpiece instead