Happily the Rains Subside

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  Happily the rains subside. Mud turtle crossing the yard to the swollen creek stops stock still. Distracted, I turn away for a moment. Turning back, he’s gone.   Two pipevine swallowtails, turquoise flashing against black, sipping the last of the … Continued

Waiting for Winter Solstice

Three days before Winter Solstice / We sit on your bench, my friend, / Overlooking bare-limbed woods, / New Hope Creek shining silver in / An arc of pools below. / I tell you my Winter Solstice ritual /These days is to watch the sunrise, / Sing to it, and mark its farthest / Point of standstill / Before turning . . .