autumn – Prairie Beacon

Note from the Peoria Archipelago

Earlier in the week I was up before dawn preparing for an early day at work. As I sat at the dining room table, writing in my journal and sipping on a cup of coffee, the old houses up and down my street where still filled with the quituted of night. Nothing stirred under theContinue reading “Note from the Peoria Archipelago”

My Autumn

Autumn I love the fitfull gusts that shakes The casement all the day And from the mossy elm tree takes The faded leaf away Twirling it by the window-pane With thousand others down the lane I love to see the shaking twig Dance till the shut of eve The sparrow on the cottage rig WhoseContinue reading “My Autumn”