First Known When Lost

A path I often follow takes me past a row of six willows.  They stand at the edge of a wide meadow which slopes down to the bluffs above Pug...

What most human beings want is a little peace and quiet, don't you think?  Although we may be caught up in unwonted Events at the presen...

Odd, the feeling of appearing to be at the whim of Events.  Surprising, disconcerting, interesting, and by turns a great deal else.  One...

"But it is a sort of April weather life that we lead in this world.  A little sunshine is generally the prelude to a storm."  Thus...

"Tightly-folded bud."  This is the first line of Philip Larkin's " Born Yesterday ," which was written in January of...

The neighborhood dogs are quite pleased with the current state of affairs.  People are working at home.  The schools are closed.  The weathe...

As ever, spring arrives in fits and starts.  On a sunny day, there seems to be no stopping it:  the deep green lawns and fields are bordered...

In this great and wonderful country of mine, land that I love, we are in the midst of an election year.  This past week the cherry trees (an...

The vision of life as the flowing of a river (or a stream, a brook) is a lovely and felicitous one.  Not surprisingly, poets return to the i...

We live in a mysterious and wonderful World, dear readers.  Each of us is on a one-way journey to a certain end.  But the date and place of ...