Spring may be here, but it’s dancing with us: one of those dances where it’s one step forward and one back. We’ve had days of sun and relative warmth, and days of sleet and snow flurries and a temperature hovering around freezing. Blue skies and grey, and on the ponds the ice melts a little, … More The First Week of Spring
Of my threescore years and ten, sixty-five will not come again. … More Equinoctial Thoughts
I wrote this poem a number of years ago, after we started spending a couple of weeks over the turn of the year in England. It was one of my first published works. Earth Lane and common, heath and ploughed ground Lie frozen underfoot. The lands Decline to the sea: downland and saltmarsh Diked and … More Elemental Norfolk
The woods were quiet, the first full day of winter. The occasional chickadee, mourning doves flying over. A grey day, no sun, and only the red of berries and dogwood stems to alleviate the greys and brown of wood and field. And then another splash of red: blood, on the snow beside the path. I … More Solstice Sacrifice
I woke today with a strong need to be out-of-doors, after yesterday’s freezing rain and snow kept me in. I wanted fields and trees, not concrete and houses. By 8:30 I was at the Arboretum. The temperature hovered just around freezing: just above, because trees dripped water and the snow was slush in most places. … More Winter Encounter
I was rather at loose ends. Until I remembered a project I’d half-considered earlier: an adaptation of Beowulf. … More Writing Beowulf
I wander into the kitchen to make coffee or tea, or empty the dishwasher, little movement breaks from my desk, and I’ll see the hawk once or twice most days. … More Acrobatic Accipiters
I shouldn’t be writing this: it’s procrastination, pure and simple. … More A Convergence of Deadlines
There were so many ‘firsts’. … More Thirty-five Years Ago
A walk on a whim. … More A Long(ish) Walk
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