by Prasanta | May 26, 2018 | Beauty, flowers, Poetry, Quotes, Seasons, Spring, Uncategorized
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of...
by Prasanta | Apr 26, 2018 | peace, Perspective, Poetry, Quotes, Rest, scripture, Spring, Time
I write these words on a day in late April, the half-gray sky with muted sunshine. The grass is a mild shade of green and the snow has melted, though mini icebergs remain where plows stacked the snow into piles. April is a season of change; a transition from one...
