Down early to Oak Creek we take our parched selves, while those on holiday still sleep, and the temperatures are fairly cool. I have
Rain is grace; Rain is the sky descending To the earth; Without rain, There would be no life. John Updike The wind blows brittle, the
Birds sing after a storm; Why shouldn’t people feel as free To delight in whatever sunlight Remains to them? Rose Kennedy According to Audubon,
“Takes most of a morning’s hike now. To get to the quiet. Mums the Word“ JoHanna Massey, Sedona Arizona Spring 2019 Thank-You for stopping by.
What if you slept? And what if, In your sleep you dreamed? And what if in your dreams, you went to heaven And there plucked
“And once Frederick seemed half asleep ‘Are you dreaming, Frederick?’ They asked reproachfully. But Frederick said, ‘Oh no, I am gathering words. For the winter