Tag: poetry
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A Salon
A pleasant early spring morning. Sunlight sprawls across the landscape and birdsong brightens the day. In the shadiest corners of the field thin snow drifts remain. Saturday evening found us in Providence as we joined extended family to view a gallery where one family member had splendid work in a group show. Then it was…
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After the Storm
Bright sun welcomed us this morning. Now the sky is alive, alternating cloud and sun; suddenly overcast, then deep, rich, blue. It is hardly the quiet after the storm, the west wind howling past and bending the trees as far over as they will go. We received about an inch of welcome rain overnight; the…
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Grey Days
Today, like yesterday, is chilly, damp, and grey, November getting an early start. Each morning there are fewer leaves on the trees and more on the ground. Still, the trees in our yard have managed to hold on to enough foliage that when we walk around we hear the chittering of flocks of small birds…
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Total Art, Total War
We are still fighting the Civil War and the First World War, with no end in site.
