By David L. Painter Most mornings I take my coffee out on the veranda. There high up on a branch in one of the stately Magnolia trees sits the most magnificent bird with bright wings and a throat that glistens, as he lifts his head and sings his sweet and wondrous song. This is a … Continue reading Morning Bird
Want
By David L. Painter A multitude of colors drift by as mirrored streams reflection of the day appear as if they are so far away. Then the wind carriers that thought with it, I watch as the silhouette of it lingers and fades, was it really there? Or was my dream just a sad figment … Continue reading Want
