H.D: Sheltered Garden
Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest
Bruce Lowry: Just Long Enough
My desire is only this—to die someplace the earth made beautiful all on its own, the way a first-grader makes the morning glory out of construction paper and Elmer’s glue, … Continue reading
James Wright: A Blessing
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
Elizabeth Romero: Summer Sunrise
The sun came up this morning
Like a madwoman’s red eye
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Spring
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
Andrea Hollander: Pleasure
Because yesterday I lay fully dressed alone on my bed listening to the sweet-tempered yatter of rain I’d longed for all summer, a sound that continued for hours against the … Continue reading
Paul Christensen: The Need To Know Why
. I thought I wanted to become a philosopher when I went to college. I signed up for an introductory course and found myself sitting in a large hall with … Continue reading
Andrena Zawinski: Singing Bird Haibun
“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.” Basho . It is not a steely-eyed egret nor heft of pelican but just a singing bird that … Continue reading