Slowly gazing up the bare slope of Tim’s Hill I see to the east a copse of charcoaled stick figures.   Frosty mantles like mink stoles drape the landscape.   Moaning shrilly an icy wind sweeps down the pass attacking me like angry apparitions.   My breath is ragged.   Clouds of fog from my…

    Snow is not my favorite item in the universe.   From time to time the grand artist paints a magnificent snowscape,   but even so mostly I see the ice – feel the chill- which ruins the novelty for me.   I have always dreamed of being a snowbird -moving west or south…

Stefani was not a scallywag yet he was considered a bad man because he was a bad man to be reckoned with   by those who had come at him with fists or knives or guns. Stefani was very opinionated. He was also quite independent.   Stefani, by reputation, was a fair and honest man…

 Princess of Dreams She is poetry in motion. All together lovely. All together beautiful.   Invisible muses play harp and zither serenades, at decibels not quite audible to the human ear, as she glides gently into the room.   When the princess is happy her long smile resembles that of actress Kathy Ireland. Light radiates…