Solitary Musings on a Foggy Morn

The fog more than a mist shrouds the tree lined border of our yard The birds not visible are in conversation somewhere nearby  Otherwise I am left alone this morning  It will rain soon. You always loved the rain, windows open at night  to catch the lightening’s flash and the thunders crash You slept well toContinue reading “Solitary Musings on a Foggy Morn”

The Dove Brief Flight

The Dove’s Brief Flight Daniel Rutberg October 2013   I am weightless and floating in the absence of light I am mourning the dove’s brief flight   How does one feel when your first best friend dies your blood brother And broker of peace    As children we saw rites and rituals  dashed against theContinue reading “The Dove Brief Flight”