Your Nearness to Me
by Roxie Powell Your nearness to me is no longer Dependent upon distance I sense you being here Open to my questions Ready to guide me toward My
After Age Seventy – Five
by Roxie Powell Like all the rest of life Seventy five came and went And I went to bed Curiously free of cares and Complexity Next morning, lying
Dorothy
by Andrew Hoyem Looking down over, it must be, Kansas, I see snow, patterns of agriculture, showing through, rectangles with diagonals and