Always take time to make time to be with the many loves in your life. Then, count your blessings.

A poem from my past. Kind of.

A couple of weeks ago I was putting a glass hummingbird feeder together and it broke. My knuckle went straight into the glass and was cut. The cut was not that bad. However, having a deep cut on a knuckle poses some nagging problems, such as, opening up every time you bend your finger.

A Sonnet.

My thoughts on life on this wet and cold Tuesday afternoon.