The Passing

The following is my submission to Literary Lion. Maggie arose to begin her night’s work.  It had become routine and so she proceeded with little thought. Looking at her surroundings, Maggie noticed the moss ridden tombstones, and grass, that had been trampled by deer, who frequented the garden, seeking solitude from redneck hunters and their barking dogs….

Life Is Likened Unto A Flower

The following is my submission to Literary Lion Life is likened unto a flower  It comes forth from the ground…just like a man. It grows…just like a child. Its petals hold tightly within the bud…just like the teen. Slowly the petals begin to unfold…just like the graduate. The flower blooms in all her glory…just like the adult. The flower…