Posted 10/09/2009
Blooms: The Last Rose of Summer
From a beautiful poem by Thomas Moore
By Gael Stuart
My friend, who lives a few miles south of me, has a lovely array of flowers in her garden. Her yellow rosebush is particularly prolific. Her beautiful variegated roses sometimes try to outdo their gorgeous yellow sisters. Personally, I think there is an unseen, secret flora competition among my friend’s blooms to determine who will be the last rose of summer once autumn has arrived with wind and shiver-inducing temperature drops. This year the winner is . . . Read More >>
Posted 04/09/2009
The Path of Life
A poem for spring
By Gael Stuart
Silver Sage Gael Stuart offers “The Path of Life,” a poem for spring, and invites readers to contribute their springs poems. . . .
Today is a sunglasses-and-jacket kind of day. Sunshine spilled over my face as I filled my birdfeeder and headed to work this morning. The birds seemed happy to see me, probably because snow still covers large patches of the ground. . . . Read More >>
Today is a sunglasses-and-jacket kind of day. Sunshine spilled over my face as I filled my birdfeeder and headed to work this morning. The birds seemed happy to see me, probably because snow still covers large patches of the ground. . . . Read More >>
