A Wedding of Lace
…Then how his muffled armies move in all nightAnd we wake and every road is blockadedEvery hill taken and every farm occupiedAnd the white glare of his tents is on the ceiling.And all that dull blue...
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Deep in the grip of the midwinter cold The stars glitter and sparkle. All are asleep on this lonely farm, Deep in the winter night. The pale white moon is a wanderer, snow gleams white on pine and...
View ArticleEntirely Content
photo by Harry Rodenberger I do not know what gorgeous thing the bluebird keeps saying, his voice easing out of his throat, beak, body into the pink air of the early morning. I like it whatever it...
View ArticleForgiving the Scythe
To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows… The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows. My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make. ~Robert Frost in “Mowing” Winslow Homer’s The...
View ArticleGreen and Glorious
I wished to wade in the trillium and be warmed near the white flames. I imagined the arch of my foot massaged by the mosses. This field immersed in gravity defying growth. Green and glorious. It...
View ArticleAs If the Only One
Yesterday’s Easter morning sun halo — photo by Rachel Vogel God loves each of us as if there were only one of us to love. ~Saint Augustine When I am one of so many there can be nothing special to...
View ArticlePressed Like a Flower
I wish one could press snowflakes in a book like flowers. ~James Schuyler from “February 13, 1975” More snow predicted before winter is done with us. Despite my fervor for spring, lit by the...
View ArticleAn Indecision of Weather
…step outside into an indecision of weather, night rain having fallen into frozen air, a silver thaw where nothing moves or sings and all things grieve under the weight of their own shining. ~ James...
View ArticleA Lingering Season
Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour. ~ John Boswell As temperatures rose 40 degrees from a snowy/icy first...
View ArticlePreparing the Heart: A Wretched World Blurred Soft
In time, the sons of men filled the earth with their evil deeds. And God beheld the desolate wastes the soiled streets the bitter brown of barren fields and the sin of the world cut him to the heart....
View ArticleInfestation of Gernumbli gardensi
She lingered in that charming little garden to say hello to the gnomes, such a glorious infestation! How few wizards realize just how much we can learn from the wise little gnomes-or, to give them...
View ArticleWhen Light is Put Away
photo by Tomomi Gibson We grow accustomed to the Dark – When Light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Good bye - A Moment – We uncertain step For newness of the night -...
View ArticleA Few Feathery Flakes
A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere....
View ArticleBriarCroft in Spring
the old pink dogwood revives every spring What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning ~Gerard Manley Hopkins from “Spring” poplar row behind the...
View ArticleBriarCroft at Year’s End
photo by Nate Gibson photo by Nate Gibson There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you...
View ArticleSummer Afternoon at BriarCroft
Tony running in the lower field “Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” ― Henry James fish pond Front yard light and...
View ArticleGernumbli gardensi Infestation
She lingered in that charming little garden to say hello to the gnomes, such a glorious infestation! How few wizards realize just how much we can learn from the wise little gnomes-or, to give them...
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