Stained Glass of September

Monarch Butterflies are in a death spiral. We are so casual about their loss. It is a heart-achingly beautiful world and we’re killing it. We’re killing it for our own convenience. We’re killing it for our personal greed. Climate change? We’ve got to make the profit, we’ve got to pump that oil, we’ve got toContinue reading “Stained Glass of September”

Summer Sang In Me

I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. What started me down this line of thought? The weather report, no, the ‘ice’ report. Read it and weep: The Lake is gorgeous in it’s fantastique formations butContinue reading “Summer Sang In Me”