First Known When Lost

Once again, dear readers, it is time to return to my favorite poem of April.  Discovering a poem we love is a wonderful thing, but even more...

Given the situation in which the world now finds itself, I had thought to descant upon the folly and evil of self-appointed emperors and the...

I am content to live my life in accordance with certain truisms.  For instance: Human nature has never changed, and never will .  And one of...

My afternoon walk takes me through a grove of pines.  Beside a turning of the path is a small group of bushes, sheltered beneath the boughs ...

I came across this a few days ago: "Even a man who is perfectly adjusted to a deranged society can prepare himself, if he so desires, t...

In my post of November 30 , I mentioned the green fields we are fortunate to have throughout winter in this part of the World. Whether the d...

It's wonderful how a poem you have long been familiar with -- a poem you think you "know" -- suddenly and unexpectedly moves y...

In this wet but temperate corner of the world, the short meadow grass, which turned pale-yellow and dry in the summer sun, is now green agai...

I'm spending this week in the high desert to the east of the Cascades, in the town of Bend, Oregon.  A wide and open World of plains, bu...

Ah, ever redolent autumn, realm of memory and of reflection!  Who knows what the leaves -- fallen, falling, or holding fast -- will awaken o...