Todd, all is forgiven. Thank you for all you do for us. Thank you, Poets, for your continuing care. You make me more than I might be.
this is where
the green of winter
celebrates quiet
moss and fern
in this barren season
green is heard
heard distinctly
its voice clear
above the pale whisper
of grey and ghostlight
green comforts dawn
welcomes dusk
reminds the day
summer is not all
not gaudy all
this is where
the green of winter
celebrates quiet
moss and fern
in this barren season
green is heard
heard distinctly
its voice clear
above the pale whisper
of grey and ghostlight
green comforts dawn
welcomes dusk
reminds the day
summer is not all
not gaudy all