“Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.” ― Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems In honor of springtime and Holy Week (coming up), my hunger for rest and renewal, and a visit (Hooray!) with my cousin Daniel, whom I haven’t seen in over forty years, I’ll not be online… Read More

for Anne Cluysenaar A honey sun, the cease of gnawing wind so we seize the day, unleash ourselves in the country park, gaze at flowers inscribed To Dad lying on a bench. They summon a huge bee to their pink and yellow freesia bells. Dreamily, I too enter the nectar-laden chambers and feed. Turning away, we follow the droghte of March track to the water garden where snowdrops are fading, daffodils are… Read More