Author: Mark

I Had a Place

A place of serenity and endless quietude draped with luxurious towering hemlock, framed by poplar trees and guarded by a variety of oak and maple sentinels.

Being of a Sense

Being of a sense that I take no delight in shorter days and longer nights, My challenge is: How shall I portray this, be okay with this?

Ending My Life

Fall is upon us. Monday, September 23rd, marks the first day of autumn. Summer’s done. Winter is coming. The bridge between the two is burning as brightly as the …

Nuts to Roasting

Early warning notices are here. Winter’s on its way. Stealthily losing its leaves, the tree across the street begins. No color change. I think it just likes to get …