The Glory of the June Ditch
The ditches declare the glory of God,as if the sower emptied all his pockets here in a springtime ramble,and his very footprints sprouted daisies in thanks,all ...
The ditches declare the glory of God,as if the sower emptied all his pockets here in a springtime ramble,and his very footprints sprouted daisies in thanks,all ...
On Tuesday I saw a man-boy turning the corner of our back road in a blue tractor, and there was glory in his sand-blonde hair. For man is crowned with glory whe...
We never expected to see these sights. My eyes hurt looking at images from the other side of the world. If this is the pain of the image, what is the pain...
Morning is a glory all its own,The hidden coming into sight.Does not the sparrow herself call the sun over the ridge,Each quaver an act of February faithTill al...
Dawn is an old woman creaking out of bed this morning. Her rosy fingers are slow to pull back the covers. Her sigh is cold at the window. I rise into slip...