While dark overtakes the daylight hours, summer asserts final bouts of heat, but night’s chill verifies it’s fall. Fall, as to lower, to go back, failing light.Like the trailing vines that ring the garden drying back their brittle leaves, wisely, the squashes remain; I relinquish energetic labor, slow the weeding and cultivating.Butternut squashes use lateContinue reading “Season”
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New Space: Phoebe’s journey during the pandemic
Today
Inspired by Billy Collins’ poem If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so, uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throw open all the windows in the house… By Billy Collins By River Brown If ever there were a day so clear, So clean lifted with fresh swirlingContinue reading “Today”