The wood of didn’t

by | Sep 19, 2023 | Poetry

  Faced with a wood—not an imposing wood or a grand wood, mostly oak, pine and maple, Simple trees, gray in the twilight beneath. A second growth on old farm land, Now reduced to the mere limits of a backyard, and the margin of sight from a patio, I am confronted...

High Window

by | Aug 30, 2023 | Blog, Poetry

What appeared to be a square of moonlight upon the floor, As I stepped forward with bare foot to see, Turned out to be a fallen pillow in the dark, And I was once again reminded of the magic of pillows, As well as the need of high windows and what can be seen there,...