I climbed again the wooden stairs and sat upon the windswept dune…
I watched as day yielded grudgingly to the embrace of the night.
Blue-gray clouds fled across the sky as pelicans skimmed the breaking waves. 57 more words
Raindrops fell onto my face masking the tears from my eyes as I walked to the main entrance of the hospital. It was cold, dark and very windy, I looked into the sky but it was covered by clouds, once again I felt such a tiny insignificant person in what is a huge world. 799 more words
Dark hills distant in the setting sun,
Thatched but stark under wintry skies.
A dog barks at the brushwood gate,
As someone heads home this windy, snowy night.
BY ABBY NIETEN
While on a jog around my neighborhood, I ran past a colorful sidewalk chalk drawing that caused me to pause. I often see whimsical things like hopscotch squares and flowers, but I was taken back when I saw a green cross and the word “God” drawn on the sidewalk in the big, shaky penmanship of a child. 393 more words