An avalanche seen from a far

the distance of sight

coldness bite the french specter!

Changing of the Seasons at Treetops, by the author of Treetops and Tidepools, the story of the years spent in a quaint little cottage perched on a hillside in Coos Bay, on the Oregon Coast. Stories from the garden, the Boston Terriers and the changing of the seasons in the country of sun, sea, and cool forest glades.

Winter, goodbye kiss, memory of summer, the stillness of mind.

Here’s something for you to consider.

Poem about winter memories.

Is there going to be snow?

On winter afternoons with the drowsy sun lethargically smiling through veils of clouds or engrossed in slumber on mattresses of soft clouds lulled by the breeze, a blanket and a nap are my idea of a slice of paradise…

A poem about a forgotten snowman.

This is a poem I wrote for my grandparents (when Grandma was still alive) to let them know how much my time with them meant to me. I presented this to them on their 50th anniversary in a frame….Grandma cried.

Don’t let his hardy looks fool you.