"Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things." — Robert Frost

Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.

One aged man - one man - can't fill a house.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

The artist in me cries out for design.