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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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The season for this poem has passed, but it helps to remember the winter when the summer offers its warmth. MARCH ASH Ten below and two in the morning. I stir the ashes in the... More »
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The forecast for today was "chance of showers, 50%." That was crap. It snowed all day. Not until we sat down to eat, the two children and I, did the sun peek below the clouds. ... 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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DIRT AND SNOW AND LIGHT This morning the dirt I kicked into the pond fell through the water like dry snow. Now, snow falls—quarter-sized flakes slushing the water’s surface. Somewhere past the snow the sun... 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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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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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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The day has just about given way to night. In the east, strands of clouds filter the sky. The wind has laid its head down. The wind gamboled this afternoon over the flower-specked fields. The... More »
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For several mornings now, two turkeys have been wandering across the lawn. A couple of days ago I was in my little boy’s room at 5:00 in the morning. He did not want to go... More »
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