Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
This past weekend, my husband and I went with some of our children and grandchildren, to the 'pumpkin patch'; it was a glorious day, blue skies, and sunny. At this nearby farm, there is more to be had than pumpkins. They also have a field that is filled this time of year with a sea
I have dearly loved the work of certain poets, and they have enriched my life, but the poetry of life itself is something altogether different. It too, has a meter and a beat, lines that are melancholy, and lines that are sweet. The poetry presents itself to us each day, a new page yet unwritten.