Crocus

CrocusThe days begin to lengthen,An occasional warm day appears.The snow now dirty and gray,Begins its slow drip, drip, drip.Mother nature teases us with spring.But like George Sontos, can’t be trusted.She gives false hope by dangling signs before us.Then spit in your face with ice and snow.The devastation laid upon my soul,Brought on by her sadistic… Read More Crocus

Be You

Can we agree, that we as humans,Want to be noticed?Even the most devote hermit, Wants to be known for his solitude.Amazing that this desire hides within us,But fear of failure keeps us down.Worry of others thoughts,Whisper in our own minds.But who cares of those thoughts?One must shrug off those phantoms,Square your shoulders,And stand before the… Read More Be You

SEASONS GREETINGS from 1962 by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill

SEASONS GREETINGSSmoke curls from the chimneys –Jack Frost fills the air –Downtowns filled with shoppers –There is bustling everywhere.Children’s eyes are bright and shiny –As to “Santa Claus” they write –Of the many nice surprises –To be brought on Christmas night.The trees have lost their emerald dresses –They’re no longer bleak and brown –They are… Read More SEASONS GREETINGS from 1962 by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill