Searching through old papers looking for something entirely different, I ran across a poem I’d torn...
Two of the most frustrated trades are dentists and photographers. Dentists because they want to be...
Look at us, said the flowers blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in...
Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that...
Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of singers, swinging aloft on a willow spray...
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy,...
there’s gotta be a song left to singeverybody can’t of thought of everythingone little song that...
in the third year of our backyard garden, the Artemisia Silver Mound bloomed. i didn’t know...
no rain.no flowers.i don’t know who said that first...
the hum of beesis the voiceof the gardeni don’t know who said that...
if i am a wave then youare the sea.if you are a flower then...