Leaf it Alone
A poetic reflection: We see them fall, We hear them rustle, We may even feel them brush by our face. Today, as I ate my lunch under the sycamore One…
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The Mind Has Mountains
Woke up to 22 degrees and light, silent snow. Living beauty in the mountains. “Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere …” Found my old crumbling copy of Gerard Manley…
Life Now–Not When
My friend Jim Gronvold has published a string or strand or stream of books full of something we call “poems,” though that word (like the word “word” itself) doesn’t quite…
Autumn Poem
I don’t write much poetry any more, and I never liked rhyming much, but here’s something in honor of the new season. Because sometimes poetry is the best language, if…
