Time is of the essence
June 22, 2011

Be grateful for the time you have with your loved ones.

 

And a poem:

 

First Light,

an owl flies home.

Restoration.

 

-Amy, June 2011

“American Robin,”
June 17, 2011

is a curious fellow.

Watching your every move

(hoping you won’t notice).

I turn to look

at his red breast;

beady eyes catch mine–

embarrassed,

he runs away.

 

 

 

-Amy K., May 2011