Monday, December 31, 2007
Perched too
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Christmas tree needles
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Perched
Friday, December 28, 2007
Madison and her tree
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Christmas Ornament
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Longing for summer
Friday, December 21, 2007
Trellis by Papa George
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Curiosity
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Poem by Grant Hansen
Floating toward my epitaph
My soul sees you and checks its mettle
All thoughts get tangled, then disappear
Ancient questions almost answered
Scribbled in my angel's blood
Each page a new feather
Each sentence a bit fainter
tell me when the end begins
I see time and fortune's fate
And obstacles that I can bend
Perhaps I've waited much too long
To push right through and risk it all
The spotlight's dim to all but me
I long for night to shine my way
Like tulips crumbling in summer's sin
I lose my head to too much light
Smell the blood and take a sip
Fall backward into ideals
Why show me crystal skies
When I much prefer the ground
The sheep are sleeping counting lies
That truth just can't defend
Worlds collide to find me weeping
So hurt me if you must
And wonder what the cause brings on