All Posts By: Byron McCoy

        At end row’s turn he looked down into the wild and cover of end: yellow mustards in wide panicle blossoms rising from bed of green.  On flower ends, butterflies of white and lilac fanned slow spreading and folding wings.           Back and forth, all day he planted ground uniform in the […]

        All the day, their spirits shone in expression of romance-radiance: a light in eye, levity of heart, a way in carry and movements of bodies.  They looked on world as with awe and wonder for all of beauty and Creation encountered in witness.  To every good and beauty, they gifted recognition and goodwill; and […]