Random Snowflakes


Random snowflakes mix with the rain pounding

on our roof,

dancing off the pavement

as the wind stirs

the pine trees.

I pull back from the window

and I realize

it’s time for my favorite book,

and a cup

of Irish breakfast tea.


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Within the Thunder


I wonder, does God get angry within the thunder? Or is it simply a matter of heat vs. cool air?

Last night I watched the rain from our porch, as if waiting for a revelation,

but it was only a downpour, pounding on the streets, driven by wind.

If God spoke……I didn’t hear Him…….at least, not this time.


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