Silent Night

The nightingale’s last cry; a still born child at twilight. A bundle of feather scattered, tattered on parched ground. Silent is the bleakest night, till in prayer I cry out… “Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You,Continue reading “Silent Night”

Garden Sweat

Today, sweat is upon my brow cooled by cloudy breeze. Russian olive trees, in full bloom. wafts ancient scent in cords.   Cake-like dirt clings on my knees, joints ache from digging. While crows call, call, call… and last of cricket frogs simply sing.   Their melody is of comfort for they’ve found a mate;Continue reading “Garden Sweat”