After the rain we desperately needed
Branches bow even lower,black walnuts tumbling from their fingersinto the waiting arms of squirrels and earth. It can takehours or […]
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Poetry Month 2025
Christmas untitled
This vivid morning,
owl still howling a dirge
into another daytime,
I am reminded of you,
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