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Somewhere, the stars shine. I cannot see them. Clouds hustle across the night sky. The wind blows hard, bending the late summer boughs. Earlier, I watched the field wave like water trying to reach shore.... More »
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JUNE RAIN The night is quiet except for rain sussurating the meadow’s grass. Rain taps the bending blades, loosing scents of soil, of summer. Through the window I watch the gray clouds, the dimness soaking... More »
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Crickets are chirping away now that it is dark out. It was hot but has gotten chilly. Thunderheads are piled up on the horizon. Woodcocks peent out in the field. Snipes whoop over the grass... More »
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Since this silly daylight savings time change thing (why can't we just pick one way to do it, for gods' sake?), I have been out running in the dark again. I was just getting to... More »
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We took a short walk this evening in the dark. The children wanted to explore with flashlights. So we suited up for the ten degree cold and looked at the sky. I pointed out Orion,... More »
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SOME QUESTIONS YOU MIGHT ASK by Mary Oliver Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl? Who has it,... More »
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In the lamp by the side of the house, snow drifts onto the deck. It swirls in the small wind. I cannot hear it. This is the way of snow. I sit alone. The house... More »
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IMAGINE LIGHT Imagine light as particle– not intangible- wave-– sifting through fingers. Imagine the glow of moonlight pooling on lawns in opal puddles– or falling like snow– collecting in drifts on the lee side of... More »
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I left the house at 6:30 AM yesterday and got back home about 11:00 PM. It was a long day. It was a good day, spending a day with a group of ninth graders in... More »
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I ran early this morning. I got up about an hour before the sun rose. Oh, for summer, when the the sun rose before 5:00 and the day lasted until bed time. Now the sun... More »
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