Scarlet Robe Creations

The Carol of the Bells is playing. Piano notes speak out softly. It seems as if the melody should be offered by a bell choir with a cluster of voices adding a seasonal lyric. But there is just piano. One piano, Two hands with talented fingers, nothing to accompany the musician but faith. The Carol of the Bells is playing. I close my eyes and try to hear every note. I need nothing more than the melody, the gentle combination of ivory and ebony keys, the flow of a pianist lost in his music. One piano, recorded on a disc of vinyl, for a single listener to embrace. copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Honestly, I yearn for spring, but the white lace of a March snow storm purifies the moment and I am willingly lost in a world of snow covered branches and white pine trees. Purity wipes clean the imprint of past days. What once was gray, brown and black is presented once again, renewed. Honestly, I long for the color green, not of monetary values, but of nature's blessing. Leaves to adorn trees and shade meadows. I am eager to inhale spring air and witness winter's passing. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

The last leaves have prepared to fall, trusting the designer of beauty to change the color of their garments and separate them from the branch of life. Faithfully ready to let go, to float gracefully to the soil, a journey directed by the breath of creation. November chill, makes brittle what was once ripe, preparing our souls for December and the white veil of winter. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author