Again and again, I live the fool;Perceive, perhaps, what is notAnd that it’s You. Still, I love the sun. I love the light;And if I’m wrong, that’s still alright.
All Posts By: Byron McCoy
Journal Pages / Poetry
SMALL THINGS
Small things mean more than we imagine. Be grateful for when, and in whom, they show.
Journal Pages / Quick Thought
BANKS OF THE RAPPAHANNOCK
I did not know it then, but those would become some of my favorite days: spring in a southern town, reading and writing in the light of the world where war once raged but lives now in a quiet peace; where the end of a river runs over shallow rock shelves before spreading and […]