Sam Hamill: After Morning Rain
It is September, the end of summer.
My backyard maples turning orange
and red and gold.
September 28, 2019 · 1 Comment
Sam Hamill: Nightingales of Kifissia
After years of mourning,
I was awakened one dawn
to the sound of doves
above the empty streets of Paris.
February 28, 2019 · 3 Comments
Sam Hamill: When Eagles Fly
I don’t know how we do it, how we struggle to find happiness in this brutal world. I sat a long time watching a few sailboats meander around Fidalgo … Continue reading
December 13, 2018 · Leave a comment
