I think many are experiencing these sudden grabs of emotion. Every day, a swath of tears leaps unexpected a cut of green against weeds in an April landscape The rest runs to rules hills fading to light and blue above … Continue reading →
The mail brought a postcard and the NaPoWriMo prompt brought a link to a lovely archived version of Kate Greenaway’s Language of Flowers. Lovely indeed and a welcome diversion on this cold April morning. I looked up the meaning of … Continue reading →
Daffodils seem extra exuberant and much appreciated this year! and then the hills, with clouds:
Rainy and sunny. Another spring in New England Day. Daffodils and cold. Like many, I’m having to work at the big question: what day is it? Outside, it’s raining and so I go, so my whole face is wet. My … Continue reading →
Early poem today All the neighbors, the men, have got an urge to prune. Starts with some study — careful study, and clippers, pruners and chainsaws. Bonsai topiary to its conclusion nothing to impede the mower. My next door neighbor … Continue reading →
The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it and ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.
