A Poem: Not Heavy

They are not heavy, the seasons of change, which pass like the passing weather. We can sit outside and watch the night turn to light, the clouds give way to emerging day, to remember this. On a morning that the rain fell and the sun shone her face in the space of one small hour. … More A Poem: Not Heavy

A Poem: September

New leaves, lavender stems, buds on the climbing rose, dew on the grass, lit by the sun emerging from a sky of soft blue, as eggshell, or a newborn’s gaze. I see all this as something all of a sudden new, unveiled to eyes that had winter’s blinkers on. How long had the yellow spring … More A Poem: September