Here we are, self-isolating from a virus, as spring begins in a mist of rain, gray, and chill. But soon the sun will appear, and the dreary days will be few. Even in this difficult time, we can enjoy each precious moment. This poem reminds us of our capacity for each-moment joy and gladness. If
Winter is chill and gray here in Columbus, Ohio, where the sun can disappear for days. But the sun always breaks through again, and winter becomes light-struck. There is much to be thankful for, even in a dark season. Winter Thanks We are thankful today for the light fading in embers for trees, frost-barren,
Early November, a hint of winter in the air. I remind myself that the season need not be perceived as cold, dark, grim. Winter has a purpose far more humane.. Purpose Winter Stillness of the woods is comprehensive river long distracted from her flow frozen current, time’s abandoned moment we hear the crackling of
With the advent of September, autumn begins its sweep into Columbus. It’s with us today, more than just a hint of it. The earlier- setting sun, the coolness of days and evenings. Here’s a poetic tribute to this welcome season. Autumn Hymn Autumn like a cathedral of trees and sunlight in trees
Warm, heartful summer is with us, bringing memories of the enchanted seasons of our childhood. Bright mornings, endless, easeful afternoons, silent, star-graced nights. Here’s a poem about one such season. Eden Summer Fragrant summer with her heart wide open white cat drowsing beneath the oak one eye open for the innocent bird
Pleasant, sunny days, rain and thunder evenings, altogether a remarkable spring here in Columbus. Here’s a poem from my “Love Life” collection that, for me, captures the power and joy of the season. Seven Dragons Seven dragons cross the sky their breath is hot against the wind seven dragons, serpents all calling out across
Spring is well underway, and with it the twin delights of warm sun and easy-falling rain. In just a few weeks, balmy summer arrives. Here’s a poem about our seasonal and still-available childlike pleasures. An Invitation There’s a rain arriving from the mysterious west it will patter against the dog-faced mimosa leaves stream
Spring is inching her way into Central Ohio. The air is warmer, the sun is shining more directly. New spring is just around the corner, and with it the arrival of our many insect friends. Here is my tribute to them, the less visible but essential members of our earth family. For the Smaller Sons
This poem is in tribute to my brother Armand, who lived a rich, full, and loving life, and who died recently at the age of 92. For a time, he lived on a small farm in rural Maine, the setting for this poem. To My Brother on His Magic Farm Honey light healing the
Mid-winter is reasonably pleasant here in Central Ohio. Some sunny days, warmish, in the 40s and 50s. But mostly chill and gray. Little snow so far. Can we divine a purpose in winter? This poem suggests we can: Purpose Winter Stillness of the woods is comprehensive river long distracted from her flow frozen current,
