Such a surprise! Out my kitchen window- A demure, debutante delight, in fragile blossom, Gowned by Spring’s couturier. An intimation of youth and joy, But, alas, so ephemeral, Just like us.
Poetry Corner: “Memorial Day Thoughts,” submitted by Carolyn Fallon
Pensees on that Memorial Day time-that sack cloth and ashes time, that dies ire, dies illa memorial—-submitted Carolyn Fallon, Benicia “What passing bells for those who die like cattle—- The old lie: ‘Dulce et decorum est, Pro Patria mori.’—- Above all I am not concerned with poetry, My subject is War, and the pity of […]