- - Bamboo in Winter Wind blurs the bamboo branches into       spinning ribbons of two-toned sage. It is a singular being with root-sta...

- - Winter blur I How strange suddenly to read the word ermine and think of a woman’s neck, warmed, blurred with white fur, and not ...

- - The intelligence of snow To float from the massive cloud of unknowing down without hurry or tension into the amplitude open above ...

- - Beating flames Rain falls in the rhythm of a bird’s heartbeat; but when the crow cries, his raucous call does not ...

- - It's been a busy and tiring week, but a good one. I have not been blogging today, but I will respond to comments and visit blogs soo...

- Dark winter morning with the dogs Dog stars Sirius and Aludra gnaw the bones of the black locust trees; a rout of coyotes behind the wo...

- - You’re getting warmer. Warmer. WARMER. You’re HOT! Oh you’re so HOT! This was not the game of dating come-ons. It was the game of HOT...

- - Woman and cloud From her propped hospital bed the old woman who nearly died a few days ago now talks and talks, while a continent...

- - I am not much use with my hands. I have bent them to work in an office on computers. They are weak, sore, pitiful. I hold a needle to a...

- - Since I love exploring winter in all sorts of light, here is a tremendous winter poem by Hayden Carruth (1921-2008) to spread out in ...

- - All of November nearly gone, and not a snowfall worth chatting about around the office water cooler. Cooled water, harumph! I want sn...

- - No snow here yet, this is from a couple of years ago . . . Mark Strand is one of my favorite poets. In my morning devotional when I ...

- - It's there, hiding, across the Red Cedar River, under trees, behind the couple walking Professor Ellison looked even older than h...

- - These are the days of miracle and wonder . . .  ~ Paul Simon It fell for days and days, the snow. In the colder cold, it was down ...

- - The woods near Arcadia, Michigan; that blue haze at the horizon is Lake Michigan I hope you can put up with winter a little longer. I...

- - S is for                soft         sapphire snow        shadow       slide         slow        sinuous  saxophone    ...

- - Snow clogs the air, ominously and thrillingly. It neutralizes time and blows into mind the Big Blizzard of ‘67 when I was smaller b...

- - Fit for the Kingdom Just when I am awestruck by diamonds     on the upstanding collars of Queen Anne’s court        e...

- - I hope you enjoyed a beautiful Christmas and are resting warmly in the afterglow, as I am. Stay snug and comfortable while I share s...