Abiding Time

  ~ The third week of March and winter malingers, with snow in the spots    winter still lingers.   I’m walking the sidewalks   with old Isabelle – she’s thirteen, but may well   be ninety.   And Bob bumbles by,   himself aged plenty. Old Bob is a grad,   summa cum laude. […] Continue reading

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First Snow

~ you fall around and bound me to a sudden silence. ~ The quietude, a solitude, commands of me compliance. ~ Right rectitude, an attitude, I seek to find alliance. ~ to what now am from what once was and find a natural balance. . . . . . Copyright © 2012 Marvin Loyd Welborn. […] Continue reading

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