Sweet Pea Seedling
I need to go and sit beside a sweet pea seedling. To touch its tendrils reaching for something to grab hold of, the ballast for the way ahead, the ladder to he...
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Between the Red Road and the Sky
It is a dull morning, lionlike for the beginning of March, with a biting north wind sharpening the edges of muddy snowdrifts. I step through the gritty crystals...
The Small Moments of Advent
I have just a few moments on this busy Saturday before Advent to share two things: a sequence and a secret. The first is a sequence of Advent poetry I com...
Out-of-Season October
I am huddled under heather-purple wool, writing about the darkness of fall and the sadness of all these hurricane-stripped trees, when little Ivy (always green)...