Author: Alyce Faye Bragg

“Hark, I hear a robin calling!List, the wind is from the south!And the orchard-bloom is fallingSweet as kisses on the

“Oh, I wish that the winter would go, and I wish that the summer would come, and away from the

Sunlight is streaming down on hills that have been covered with snow for so long, lifting the spirits and making

WELCOME HOMEWill you join me in welcomingThe robin’s return to West Virginia.It is a sign of winter endingThat thrills and

Willie is missing. Never was a dog more loved, or more pampered. He was actually a squirrel dog, and one

It is amazing how a split second occurrence can alter a person’s life. Two days before Christmas, I was looking

A half-hearted sun is trying to break through the clouds today and shine upon ground that is encrusted with snow.

The brownness of November has enveloped our hills, with brown fields and meadows, and brown leaves scattered on the forest

The first snow of the season came in the night this week and we awakened to a white world. The

The little hobgoblins and miniature witches are gone for the year, still reveling in their booty and some nursing a

We are wrapping up the tag ends of summer, hurrying to finish warm weather tasks, getting ready for the colder

Autumn has rounded the corner and sent beautiful October weather to our hills. October gold is spread all over the

The little wild asters are making their appearance now, leaning over the creek as if watching the yellow leaves floating

Swinging on the porch swing in the gathering darkness. . . only the monotonous sound of the night bugs. .

Summer is dwindling down, with midsummer wild flowers holding court now. Yellow seems to be the dominant color, from the

One of the sweetest compliments I have ever received since I began writing came in the form of a poem

One of the nicest pleasures in the summer is to sit on the porch swing in the early morning coolness

Heat simmers through our hills as the last week of June makes its exit. Mom always used the expression, “Hotter

Summer weather exploded in our hills this past week, with hot days and mild nights, a real change from the

The last day of April dawned bright and sunny. Songbirds were warbling merrily; the purple lilac’s heavy blossoms wafted a