First Known When Lost

While out for an afternoon walk this past week, I realized that I often fail to listen to what is going on around me.  My path takes me thro...

I grow fonder and fonder of Thomas Hardy -- both as a person and as a poet -- with each passing year.  Two or three (or more) times a year I...

I am easily pleased.  In that spirit, I come to you with my annual May report:  the ants have emerged from their winter hibernation and are ...

The azaleas and the rhododendrons are in full bloom in my neighborhood. There are dozens of varieties on display, none of which I know by na...

Gentle readers, I beg your indulgence for the brevity of this post.  By way of explanation for the brevity, I must also beg you to indulge a...

Trees are wonderful providers of perspective.  This past week, I have been preoccupied with various mundane errands and chores.  Then, a few...

I suppose that most of us played this game as children:  close your eyes, spin the globe, and choose with a finger the exotic place to which...

Many of the blossoming trees -- cherries, plums, magnolias, dogwoods -- are now at their peak.  Above, below, and all around, it is a pink a...

It is always a pleasure to encounter a poet who harbors no doubts about the existence of the human soul, and who writes about it without ske...

Upon reading the following poem for the first time, my reaction was: "What the heck is that all about?"  My next reaction was:  ...