Oh, Garden You Feed My Soul

“The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don’t want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don’t have…

Rainy Days Here At The Farm

Fog lifts off the mountains here in the Smokies this morn.  Big sky grays fill the horizonline.  Clouds blow by dropping raindrops over our farm.  I am at peace with this.  I sit here writing, as I watch nature drift on by. The soft patter of droplets lull me into dream state.  Oh, what a…

Cherokee Whispers (POEM)

Cherokee Whispers (POEM) Fog nestles deep in the curves of the skyline. Billowing upward in silent repose. It looks like puffs of smoke from a cigarette. It’s nature enchanting, almost mystical, Calling to my soul. I watch this morning before the sun rises. The sun still tucked away in her slumber. This dynamic, I witness,…