Articles by Peter A. Witt

Poem

Peter A. Witt is a Texas Poet and a retired university professor. He also writes family history with a book about his aunt published by the Texas A&M Press. His poetry has been published on various sites including Fleas on the Dog, Inspired, Open Skies Quarterly, Active Muse, New Verse News, and WryTimes.

"...Headstones mark the life of one long past..."

"...when the sun casts golden hues over the valley mountains..."

"...tales of soulful scenic wonder,,,"

"...then the bang of the barn door..."

"...I know a pair of each was there when start was pressed..."

"... a package being dropped off for storage..."

"Poetry is a dash of salt and a pinch of pepper mixed with silvery shallots..."

"...zest of orange permeating the breeze...."

"...Brevity demands the perfect six words to express love..."

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"...singing a song stolen yesterday..."

"...too many cracks, too many places where water seeps through..."

"...see the bluebonnets blazing in a spring meadow..."

"...on a night when fading leaves lay still on the trees..."

"...and isn't my backyard, no matter how much time we spend mowing the lawn and weeding..."

"...whispering cowbirds wishing to be great horned owls..."

"...she ran here, there, everywhere, around the house, the yard..."

Peter A. Witt is a Texas Poet and a retired university professor.

"...the sudden desire to be alone for seemingly endless hours..."

"...the aroma of pot roast, sweet corn, fresh baked bread..."

"I watch her clearing wilted flowers from her garden..."

"...random thoughts floated in the shadows..."

"...old men discuss the past at the one diner left..."

"...perhaps it will come to me in a midnight dream..."

"...warm with love and wisdom..."

"...His absence stains my heart..."

"...the grey of winter was about to be buried..."