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Last year the children pulled most of the apples off our apple tree during the summer. They pretended they were food which, of course, they are. This time they have pulled off only a few. ... More »
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GEESE AT NIGHT Late, I lie awake, the darkness outside thick with wet snow. It is early October. Beneath the night, leaves wear autumn. Branches bow, as if to welcome winter, or surrender to it,... More »
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A WISH FOR MY DAUGHTER Fall is exactly one day old and you are not much older. Skylights fan the floor with parallelograms of moonlight. Outside, the waxing moon dims the stars–Casseopia in her chair,... More »
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Snow and rain fell on and off all day. When the sun got low enough, it peeked under the clouds and tipped the landscape with gold.
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The beavers down by the river chomped through these two huge sugar maples last week. They had been working on them for a while. I tromped through the tall grass, getting my feet wet more... More »
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In the wee hours last night I was blasted awake by an explosion of thunder. The lightning must have struck in the field right next to the house, or in the woods across the way. ... More »
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OK, so it isn't my birthday today but it wasn't all that long ago. This isn't from this year, but I like the premise of it. POEM ON MY BIRTHDAY I did not write a... More »
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So, fall has begun, according to the spinning round of our fine planet Earth. It was a warm one to begin it--eighty degrees today. We ate salad for dinner--the last of our lettuce is dwindling. ... More »
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FALL DAY It is hot. Bricks dream of sleeping easily. An oak breathes. The lamp sighs a shadow of my sundried shoe. My shoe breathes. My shoe twists its shadow as if leashed. The sky... More »
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A few years ago I ran a fifty-mile ultramarathon. It was at the end of September, and I spent the summer training. The route took runners (and bikers) on trails, gravel roads and a little... More »
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