On the first anniversary of my father’s death
Rain, early March rain
Heaving against the windows;
March storms in again,
All bluster, as though
Intending to remind me
Of something I know:...
“Fear not, little flock”
(Luke 12:32)
This morning—outdoors, walking—
I count the birds I see:
Clouded late winter sunlight
Discloses only three—...
Winter birds
“But what about the birds that don’t fly south?”
A boy—age six?—arms full of books—is asking.
The library is closing. We’re in line....
Her words are light
In memory of Dorothy Parkander, scholar and teacher (1925–2018)
How strong I feel the sun!
I feel the rain some days
That strong. Today is one:...
October Friday
A boy is walking home from seventh grade,
Happy because it’s Friday and because
Pure sun is setting leaves on fire, although
He doesn’t really see the reds and golds...