Shelter

She moves with stealth behind the scenes of autumn, steadily edging toward the razor cold  and lacy veil of ice and crystal. Then quietly she falls, winter’s  glorious mystique reveals in a day. In layers, it descends and deeper it penetrates,  much more than surface. The chill and snow seeps below. But not to spurn. It’s the season of fireside reflections,…

‘Sugar Plum Fairy Road Kill’

Here is our beloved dog, Tiki. I hate to call her a dog. She is more people than canine and one of my best friends. Always chipper, never moody, almost always obedient, willing to cuddle at any given moment, never demanding, I have few companions like her. What is surprising about our relationship is that everyone who…

Some Analogies are Better than Others

My mother-in-law’s sister found an analogy I had written a few years ago when they were going through an “analogy” craze–getting a kick out of some of the bad analogies or metaphors that people sometimes write. They had a list of  several that actually were written by high school students. Here are a couple: