Tag Archives: seasons

Colorless Green Ideas Sleep Furiously

It was cold for awhile: Finally it warmed up and snowed a bit: Our “outdoor cat,” Moe, who lives inside during the winter and who has a bad case of Cabin Fever, finally got to go outside this morning—it’s 22 degrees … Continue reading

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“November for Beginners” by Rita Dove

“November for Beginners” by Rita Dove Snow would be the easy way out—that softening sky like a sigh of relief at finally being allowed to yield. No dice. We stack twigs for burning in glistening patches but the rain won’t … Continue reading

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Ye Olde Lilac Bush

May 2, 2013: May 9, 2013: June 6, 2013:

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If Life Gives You Apple Blossoms . . .

Of all the language sources, the loss of nature seems the saddest. A thousand times a day, nature—in the most ordinary of places—has something to tell or show us; something it wants us to touch, smell, or feel; something it … Continue reading

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A Mid-October Reminder from Emily Bronte

Fall has always been a difficult time of year for me. Pretty leaves only fall and blow away; Halloween is an unappealing and stupid “holiday” and I dread the most superficial of holidays in the United States, Thanksgiving and Christmas. … Continue reading

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A Million Birds

My mom used to say, “The birds are having a convention.” I saw this photo of birds in my backyard, and thought I’d taken it some fall when the trees had lost their leaves and the birds were getting ready to fly south … Continue reading

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An Autumn Poem

“Final Autumn” by Annie Finch Maple leaves turn black in the courtyard. Light drives lower and one bluejay crams our cold memories out past the sun, each time your traces come past the shadows and visit under my looking-glass fingers … Continue reading

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