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 →
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I’ll be sending off poems on postcards this April but I’ll still be posting a poem a day here. That’s the plan! So here’s the official start. the tears start up and so fly up the hands the northern palm … Continue reading →
Yup it’s that time of year again – National Poetry Month! May all the words be with you. Counting the Determined Spring and trees, buds swelling, and grackles, squealing and volunteer daylilies and startled calves following placid cows to unknown … Continue reading →
I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it.
