by Jim Farfaglia November Time The days arrive later, the sun breaking through the long night to shine on frosted backyards. From his highest perch a songbird waits for daybreak. Deep into the morning, he finally sings. Leaves count down the days, falling toward winter. They pile up, the world a giant(…)
by Jim Farfaglia Halloween 1960 The school bus is minutes away. Our kindergarten party awaits. My Freddy the Freeloader costume is in a brown paper sack, but lacking one thing: his floppy, torn top hat – and I cry at my incompleteness. So you get right to work with construction paper, cardboard and your(…)
by Jin Farfaglia On Rainy Saturday Mornings On rainy Saturday mornings we’d get up early, my brother and I, and make our own breakfast: hot cocoa and toast with extra jelly. Then we’d tiptoe to the living room, turn on the TV low and flip through the three channels, amazed at all the(…)
by Jim Farfaglia Walking Song My feet, in a musical mood, keep a steady 4/4 time. The neighborhood dog, with his throaty growl, fills in the bass notes. A distant hunter, from his echoing gunshots, adds some percussion as the songbird, through the lilting air, carries our melody.
by Jim Farfaglia Poinsettia Today begins the magic. Today I become a nature god, ensuring exact amounts of sunlight and darkness for this simple potted greenery. By Christmas Day it will become a bright and brilliant red! As I ponder this transformation I think about my life and how far from nature’s(…)