AN EARLY WINTER LETTER Lovely leaves have all been shed, from the mountain ahead of me. Longing for the empty…
FILLING IN THE BLANKS Heaven, you see, is blank, so blank, such a vast blank, I wonder what it takes…
FADED You were the shadow to my light, did you feel us another start, you fade away. Afraid our aim…
WINDOW OF AN EYE From the window of your eye today I can see the sky. You are a cheerful…
GABRIELE MUNTER 1/4 – She was a German expressionist painter (most well known for her landscapes), born to upper middle…
IN PERPETUAL SPRING Gardens are also good places to sulk. You pass beds of spiky voodoo lilies and trip over…
A COLD SPRING A cold spring: the violet was flawed on the lawn. For two weeks or more the trees…
In the Italy Central, the year is marked by memories connected to the land, where planting and harvesting, harvesting and…
SPRING Nothing is so beautiful as Spring, when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush. Thrush’s eggs look…