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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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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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We have this big old yard. That means some work to make things look good all the time. I am not a huge fan of being picky, but it looks dang good with a little... More »
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I was tired today but I had to run four miles if I wanted to get in 30 for the week. We were away a good chunk of the day. If I ran I would... More »
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We have needed to get our lawn mower in shape for several days now. Our grass is getting mighty tall. I have done a pretty good job of reducing our lawn's size but still have... More »
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Already I am thinking about mowing the lawn. I have some markedly mixed feelings about our lawn. On the one hand, it is a lush and cool place to lie down, to kick around a ball,... 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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About a month ago I started a poem, June Rain. I posted the first draft here . This is a revision. I changed the tense, as it brings the reader closer to the moment of... More »
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This morning I walked out in the mist. Walking down the driveway I felt increasingly colder. Just the drop from our house to the road, then to where the road crosses the river, means a... More »
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