The quiet When quiet Turns frantic… When calm Towards calm Sprints havoc… When still Through still Rips panic… But what’s Life’s worth When flat, If static?
Author Archives: Stephen Futterer
“A Book’s Life”
“Autumn Leaves”
The falling leaves drift by my window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leavesContinue reading ““Autumn Leaves””
Potent Quotables:
“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.” — Henry DAvid Thoreau
“Oh, Baltimore…”
“COVID Classic”
“Madfinger”
“Life’s EXACTA Box”
Here are my two:
Great Exudations 