Saturday Mornings on Shady Grove, the Sun runs fast over the pavement. High-fiving the low hanging branches of trees who are just opening their eyes. The squirrels and birds begin their business first, finding food and decorating time with their songs. The Sun is higher now and the magnolias glisten like the sea,Continue reading “The Sun and Shady Grove”
Category Archives: Poetry
Rain Beats And Beads
Much of the time, I live in my plans and my past. My imagination and memory; What has been and what might be. Much of the time, I live in my mind. But, here, in the now, Rain beats and beads on the glass. On the mountain, it feeds the stream That runs theContinue reading “Rain Beats And Beads”
Observe the City
Observe the city, humanity spread like a bed of embers slowly smoldering under the stars.
By Herndon | MUSIC 