In terms of weather & timing this poem would have been more relevant a month ago. But to me it isn't just talking about the change in seasons, but about changes in perspective and one's place in life. So it's relevant now, and I find it hopeful.

The equinox rushThe swan heads south in the night sky ( Read more... )

Earlier this year I read an anthology of poetry. I took note of poets who grabbed me and am slowly reading more of their work as time, and my local library, allow ( Read more... )

The clock in the closetI'll never get old, says the fifteen-year-old ( Read more... )

Wellfleet Shabbat
The hawk eye of the sun slowly shuts ( Read more... )

Been having conversations with a dear friend about the nature of relationships, when they make sense, what makes them work. The discussions brought this poem to mind. Yes, I've posted it before, or at least posted a link to it.

Love is a lumpy thing ( Read more... )

It's national poetry month. I signed up for a poem-a-day mailing list from the Borzoi Reader (a publication of Knopf Poetry, at Random House Publishers). Some of the poems I've been receiving are quite lovely. I've been using my plants for comfort the last few days, so I thought I'd share this one.

The streets of Detroit were lined with elmsI ( Read more... )