Monthly Archives: April 2016
April is National Poetry Month and while April seems to be hesitating to bring us warmth, maybe poetry will do the job. Alora at Ocean City, September, 2005 Before this day becomes yesterday I want to write you down– pouring … Continue reading
Many years ago I committed murder. I harvested eight acres of loblolly pines. Listening to the trees crash to the ground was horrifying. My lovely woods. Gone in a day or two. My love of the woods and the old … Continue reading
Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poetry.