Olympic Mountains – shannon p. laws

Poetry: Green

GreenOh, to be the type of greenthat stays green through the frost,when the ground is white andbranches are heavy with Winter’s weightBrown, red, orange,the colors of fallmost greens do faderetracting in the cold airFreezing, or the warm summers sunto be green in all seasons,fresh to the touchever holding the color of LIFE!

A Friendly Lot

Princess following me on my walk In my new neighborhood, just up the hill is an empty lot. I discovered it one weekend while taking my cat for a walk. We have foxes in the area and she won’t go far from the home unless someone walks with her. It’s a mutual benefit, she getsContinueContinue reading “A Friendly Lot”

NEIGHBORS

Written: December 2009This short story is based on a dream I had.Seattle, WashingtonIt was mid afternoon and Heather should have been at work. Getting a mid day list of items to finish for her boss to be ready for tomorrow was the most she accomplished. She worked at an archives agency and spent most theContinueContinue reading “NEIGHBORS”