Snowballs float, field balm prays, Crow’s bane smiles, tulips fray (in my half-wild yard). A springtime poem by James Wright made me all joyful inside and I hope you’ll love it too… A Blessing by James Wright Just off the…
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The sea came calling this week, in word and song. I listened, from my parched garden, dried out by September’s sun. Emily Dickinson began… I Started Early – Took My Dog I started Early – Took my Dog – And…
You may want to know about Bolt Farm Treehouse near Chattanooga, where a weekend spent in a treehouse, dome, or mirror cabin offers an immersive back-to-nature experience. With high thread count sheets. It’s wonderful. * * …
A mole is in the garden. I am at the nursery buying flowers. It is Spring. Here are three poems to tickle the mind this morning… How A Thought Thinks By Kay Ryan A thought is dumb, without eyes, ears,…
There comes a point in the night when you just give up (speaking for myself, of course). Your tricks and techniques for getting back to sleep have failed. What’s next? Acceptance. For me, that looks like turning on the lamp beside the…
Billy Collins’ newest collection, “Musical Tables,” sings tiny melodies with perfect pitch. “Small poems are drastic examples of poetry’s way of squeezing large content into tight spaces,” Collins writes in the afterward. “The small poem is a flash, a…
“And when we give each other Christmas gifts in his name, let us remember that he has given us the sun and the moon and the stars, and the earth with its forests and mountains and oceans – and all…
When the sun is just right in December and you’re walking around the block in your old neighborhood (where you grew up) you’ll see boxes that give wings to words, woodland animals visiting for a season (or longer) and magical beasts…
An October visitor has lately surprised me, sipping sage in the garden as the maples and oaks and hackberries and dogwoods show red and yellow and gold… Each day I wonder: is this our last together? And think: perhaps that…