by Heidi Fischbach | Feb 14, 2007 | Musing out loud
…listening to the blizzard wind howling and watching the white bag that’s been caught in a high branch in the tree right outside my window for going on two winters. It used to ruin my view, and I used to call it names like “trash.” But at some point along the way that... by Heidi Fischbach | Feb 10, 2007 | Poetry
My friend, Pierre, wrote this poem for me on my birthday. I love it. (by P.C. Billon)Shifting your weight, you’ve made your feet at home In the soft, white sand.You stop, for a moment And let the world continue on its way. The clouds inch their way inland, And dusk is...
