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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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TO RACHEL At 30,000 feet I look down at hills of clouds. Sunlit peaks seem solid. I could step from this plane, walk through valleys of white into infinite blue. They are more solid than... 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 fell most of the day yesterday. Today it kept coming. It fell and fell. We had no snow day today and did some driving. The roads were slicker than snot, as they say. We... More »
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Just after dinner, we sat on the deck, satiated with fresh pizza and fresh salad from greens from the farm down the road. We were soaking in the view--the mountains, the green fields, the towering... More »
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Not everyone gets the opportunity to see snow. I get to see it often. I am lucky. Today the snow has fallen all day. It coats the white pines, the circle of firs by the... More »
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