Verse Crumbs: Holy Hill

The Holy Mother, know, dwells in this Manger of Piety,

In the woods whose peace, my words labors to explain,

Did the Savior that hath Risen, give this Fall her beauty?

Here my touring eyes retire and in contemplation, I remain.

A visit to Holy Hill that houses the Basilica of National Shire of Mary, to catch the Fall colors, and got overpowered not just by the beauty of Fall but by this underlying peace that was difficult to explain. 

Verse Crumbs: Dinner with comrades

Never a dull moment when comrades dine, 
Never a SafeHouse where puzzles untwine, 
Never a palate ignored by that Lady Terse,
Never enough reasons to send you this verse. 


After dinner with group of great friends and colleagues, at a restaurant called SafeHouse. 

Verse Crumbs - Birthday it is!

A birthday wind was blowing in town,
the night was young in her winter gown,
the scoops got picked and crumbs stranded
from dinner we took off and in Kopps landed.

(Dinner party celebrating one of their birthdays and then icecreams)