The fragile span of memory’s bridge,
through life’s most unexpected phase ….

A poem about the change in sleep and environment as the seasons change.

The roots of technological skill are producing miraculous changes in our lifestyle.
As time goes by, progress should increase incrementally, so that the world in which we live would come together to the benefit of mankind.

Things are not always as they seem.

The weaver made a beautiful cloth on his loom which became a garment fit for a king. But who was the weaver and what was his loom?