Resilience
There’s a paw-paw tree in my yard Just a few inches high, still It comes back year after year no Continue reading
There’s a paw-paw tree in my yard Just a few inches high, still It comes back year after year no Continue reading
On cool August mornings When spiderwebs are stitched across the dew-drenched gangway And the robin babies Are all flown away Continue reading
In August the garden Which has been tolerating Our pretensions to cultivation Breaks free In a riot of color and Continue reading