“…walk on fire for you…”…”Blaze,” my love poem
each next step so easy…
The Book of Days…part xxxxvii
nature poems about the dawn’s early light…
“Rocks and ripples,” they keep going (a poem)
“…not quite wiffling into nothing…”
“…the boy climbs to me…”…“A man’s job,” my poem
making a Christmas
“…surprise the hungry eye…”…John O’Donohue
in the early morning…
Read it again!
Can you ever say “no”?…“Entreaties,” my poem
the snood thing…my poem
elegance enfolded, swaying…
Sarah Orne Jewett: Novels and Stories…book review
…an old fisherman’s tears…
Roosters scream to start the day…
why is that?
Whack!…the old glove…my poem
“Dad, here’s your glove…”