by Diane W. Bailey | Aug 27, 2012 | Diane's Posts
The Sky is clear blue, and the only clouds are the vapors of a passing plane. No one would ever think that a storm is brewing and headed this way. It would be easy to ignore the warnings and continue with life as usual, because it just doesn’t look like anything is...
by Diane W. Bailey | Jun 22, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Where does the apple fall? Not too far from the tree. And where do the flowers grow? In the soil, in which they were planted. Sometimes life seems like it will be what it will be. What was before is now, again. We cook and clean, do the same things, go to the same...
by Diane W. Bailey | Jun 8, 2012 | Diane's Posts
We dream each day of what will be, we dream each day expectantly. The hope that is buried deep in our heart, and dreaming still we do embark. On fields of green, and rough terrain, day by day the dream’s the same. To fill the shoes of the one we admire, to see...
by Diane W. Bailey | May 31, 2012 | Diane's Posts
The rose bush in spring brings forth its buds with bloom to follow. Then the fading of color, and intoxicating fragrance that distinguishes a rose from any other plant in the garden, as one by one the petals fall to the ground. Gathering up the aged beauty we try to...