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’ve been sending out a poem a day. None on Sunday, two on Monday. Every day a poem. Which is, for me, what August Poetry Postcard Fest is all about – the dailiness which gets you into the habit of … Continue reading →
Letter from V. Another letter from V. He’s out and about in the town And sends a drawing of the bridge Describing the jay blue sky Arcing above the locals passing in their work Ignorant of the red And gold … Continue reading →
Deep in snow, walking with cold. •
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It is something to be deep in the snow in winter, to be deep in the yellow leaves in the autumn, to be deep in the ripe wheat in the summer, to be deep in the grass in the spring. … Continue reading →
Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.
