This is such a good place to be, this now.This time in my life if I close my eyes to the encroaching world at my edges,it’s good now and it has been for a surprisingstretch of…

Hope comes quietly, slowly,like cat paws, tentative but determined, on a narrow ledge.The first brave show of green leavesin the cold garden.Moments of seeing what could beand how we might get there,like guiding flashes of light…

Start the New YearWherever you are, no need to hang your dayson the nail of a calendar written by someone else. Your New Year can start in Augustin the middle of endless, unspooling,relentless days. In February with…

The old tree stood marked with two great slashes of an orange X. Insect- riddled and storm torn, sucha lean to it that leaves trailed in the lake like fingerstesting the water. A huge tree, it…

In the summer yard, the roof of skyis a blue you’ve waited for, with nothing shyabout clouds of flowers heady with scentthat could make the most anxious of minds relent.Trees invent painting as they brush…

Two leaves falling in an autumn skysuddenly caught in a swirl of wind.Instead of their expected journey from tree to ground, they move sideways,turning to show all their colors,orange, gold, and crimson, strange birds in flight,…

Tulip feverSpring sprungJazz pinkBlush loveHope cupsDrink deepPetal kissDon’t think Top photo: Bigstock

Spring had harbored in our town, and I left the green froth of new leaves and washes of red tulips as I headed north, an arrow’s route shotupstate, the first landscapes smacked with yellowdaffodils and huge standing…