by Deb Farris | Apr 14, 2019 | Devotions
A song, through the wind to my ears. A robin withdraws from spatting sparrows to rest in April snow. Wordless, sparks in the mist, crystal airwaves of the evening sky land on my hood. I sense your presence, unseen and formless. Or is it here I see you? Low branches,...
by Deb Farris | Feb 10, 2019 | Musings
The black ice, treacherous beneath a blackening sky. Bitter wind seeps through chimney bricks. Your presence is so soothing to me, I say, breaking the silence. What? Just having me around? Mmm, just the sound of your puttering. This is not puttering. What would you...
