Every Rose Has Its Thorn, A Haiku

Sweet pink rose scent rises. Every rose has its thorn. No joy without pain. © D. Elaine Wood-Lane 6/6/16

Earth Day/NaPoWriMo Day 22

On Sunday this week, this yard was covered in snow, and today, it's covered in gold. The seasons, they fly by, as we grow old, and yet there are still days ahead with surprises untold. When I was a child, I recall streets filled with trash, and rivers with sludge, the skies were often the …

Back in Texas

Crossing the Texas state line, I take a deep breath, a tradition in our family, meant to be a breath of fresh air, sunshine, and a feeling of homecoming. This time, as I take a deep breath, I am nearly overwhelmed by the lovely scent of...cattle, cattle, and the peculiarly odiferous smells that only a …