Whirlwind

Should it be ice-cold and windy in May? I heard a lone, sustained shriek ripping through the dark late one evening. That certainly didn’t feel quiet and unobtrusive, like this:   My busiest week in May is still going on. Her sophomore year of college has...

October Elegy (poem)

  October Elegy   October enters surreptitiously Calmly separates leaf from scion Trees relinquish clasp— and foliage Obeys the call—  scatters asunder Browned, crunchy, dispersed— Elegy upon the grass Rest in peace.   10/16 ©Prasanta (Acrostic poem) *...

One More Day

The wind whispers in the leaves, “change is coming, can you hear it?” Autumn breezes softly blow and colors subtly change. The wind scatters the few fallen leaves like my thoughts. That is when I remember the Holy Spirit moves like the wind, a gentle...