Prelude to Innisfree Long before I read Yeats I planted not beans but pieces nine of garden green onion on thick slices of homemade bread Three rows by three rows all green and white on smooth creamery butter spread Summer... Continue Reading →
Morning Crisp at the Cottage We stayed up late. Sitting back in our yellow Muskoka chairs, to see the stars, we were graced with the Northern Lights, all green and flashing. Sleep followed with a constellation of dreams and Milky... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 