Tiimothy Flies (or The Reasoning of Grownups)

Timothy was no ordinary boy—in the sense that no child is ever ordinary.  But also, in another sense entirely.  He could fly.

          He was made aware of his ability one day when he fell out of his crib.  He should have hit the floor.  But he did not.  Instead, Timothy floated.  That is to say, paused in mid-air.  It was then that he launched himself back on top of his tangled sheets and promptly fell asleep.  But, from then on, he knew.

The Pansy and the Rose

The Rose said to the Pansy,
I am mightier than you
I stand tall, with fragrance full
And my color's brighter too.

Said the Pansy to the Rose,
What you say is very true
But my bloom lasts all winter;
That must matter too.

That may be, little flower,
Said the Rose in condescending air,
But I am adored for my glory,
And of you there's little care.

I understand your thinking,
Put the Pansy in careful tone,
But perhaps you've reasoned wrongly
For by your words, you stand alone.

That I do, returned the Rose,
Cut to display for one and all.
I pity you, for you would wilt
And, then too, you're very small.

That may be, said the Pansy
With concern upon her face,
But aren't you ever slightly lonely
On a mantle in a vase?

And in your height and majesty
Your life is awful short.
Wouldn't you rather last for longer
Among others of your sort?

At that, the Rose drooped slightly,
And fell lost in pointed thought,
For the Pansy did look happy
Among her sisters in her pot.

You ma…

A Summer Storm

The air smelled sweet on the breeze, as it slipped between branches and under leaves.  Two butterflies danced around each other in delighted loops.  And the clouds, what there were of them, were small and white, puffy and without a trace of rain. 

The Friendly Ogre

A boy passed a flat smooth stone to another, his compatriot in the crime of disturbing a pristinely calm surfaceof lake water that lay on the edge of a thick wood.

          'It's perfect!' exclaimed the other, taking the stone.  Feeling the smoothness between his fingers, he worked the stone into his hand until it sat just right, and then whipped it out away from him.

           As it danced across the water, they counted.