Back and Forth
Sweeping the walk . . . with all, of our ancestors, and children, to be born. . [ 1623 ]
Sweeping the walk . . . with all, of our ancestors, and children, to be born. . [ 1623 ]
The mailman shines his light in our box, late again for his supper. . [ 1605 ]
apples crisp, maples rose and yellow / geese in flight, wet feet on cold stone . [ 1604 ]
The cricket’s quiet now . . . that’s the wisdom he carries into winter. . [ 1599 ]
First a maple, then an oak — after the storm, the trees go on raining. . [ 1596 ]
Not, What’s in it for me? but, How can I help? says the rain to the earth. . [ 1594 ]
Rowanberries and cedar waxwings — it’s time to plant the daffodils. . [ 1592 ]
I burn with the forests. And when I emerge in spring, I’m listening. . [ 1591 ]
The far cliff is lost in the mist, like everything I thought I knew. . [ 1590 ]