I take the liberty of reprinting a lovely poem from Ted Kooser, fresh this morning: Full Moon, March 2020 The moon was in self-isolation, too, and wearing a white mask…
Snow on the mountains this week and again here in the yard today. Clearly we have crossed that line, though the post-peak season here in Vermont is often long and…
From the outside, it was “just” a rock. Inside? Split by some huge road machine and left for no one (or anyone who walked by) to appreciate, it became an…
The photography group I meet with regularly likes assignments! So last month we agreed to illustrate a poem of our choice with seven of our photographs. Mine, “Winter Trees” by…
Jim Harrison, a poet who recently died, says in his poem “Horses” “In truth each day is a universe in which we are tangled in the light of stars.” I’m…
A poem by David Wagoner, “Lost,” appeared in The Writer’s Almanac this morning. I want to share it, even though I don’t have permission to do so, and take the liberty of posting…
This morning, after long weeks of summer, is the first cool hint of what’s to come. Even so, I watch several hummingbirds on the nasturtium, fattening up for an impossible migration. And on…
The poet Philip Levine died Saturday. Although I should have, I’d not known his work but since then have enjoyed reading some of it and listening to recordings of him…
Yesterday I walked with my friends Michael and Nancy on one of Nicole Grubman’s “loop walks” I’ve mentioned previously. The pace of walking these back country roads is perfect for my…
Yes, “More poetry is needed!” From today’s Writer’s Almanac, a poem that fits the mood of much of what I feel day-to-day as I wander, especially given the plight of…
Still Learning To See 