These days some days to get through it
you have to turn it all off and
let something else grab your attention
just for some hours, an afternoon… Continue reading →
along the driveway, in the woods
yellow daffodils here and there
a few are gifts left by the folks
who lived here before, and who died Continue reading →
…a stream of hungry mouths, hungry
for green, for sweetness, for that first
delicious bite of soon-summer… Continue reading →
All winter the gray brown edges
of the old hills roll and flutter… Continue reading →
you might be asking yourself
what does one do now while waiting
for things to fall apart today
while we are waiting to declare
just how crazy we’ve let things get Continue reading →
This is how it happens. We get the Dream, but we don’t get to dictate every step toward the dream.
