I can’t remember if I ever posted this before, but it seems appropriate in this season. I don’t write a lot of poetry, and most of it is pretty silly. Sometimes not. Autumn Villanelle by Marian Allen The blooms that fade beneath the frost were…

If I were going to post about an aviator on L day of the April A-to-Z Challenge, one would put one’s money on Lindbergh. But yesterday we laid to rest Al, #4 daughter’s 19-year-old cat, and the chorus to “Amelia Earhart’s Last Flight” has been…