“October’s Embrace”
A hush falls over meadow and lane,As autumn sings her soft refrain.The days grow short,…
“October’s Embrace”
A hush falls over meadow and lane,As autumn sings her soft refrain.The days grow short, the skies turn deep,And woodland secrets start to sleep. Cider scents in the fading light,A blaze of leaves before the night.Each tree a torch of fleeting flame,No two the same, yet all proclaim. The beauty found in letting go,In rust…
The summer of ’25
Oh what summer filled with pain and sorrow of losing all my friends. Some of them stay close to Wisconsin but others go far away. With all the pains of that and working as an umpire getting heckled by the fans and coaching staff. Through all the misery comes great joy in moving a positive…