Animals

Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth

It’s no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners

the whole pasture looked … Read the rest

At The Window

When my elder daughter was just three her original daycare provider – a woman who ran her business out of her converted double-garage – announced this little girl was nearing “graduation age.”

Three. Seemed kind of ridiculous, but most of the children were babies or toddlers. I toured a number … Read the rest

In The Moment

Originally I began writing this about a trip to London with my older daughter. It was my graduation gift to her. She was 19 and was headed to college in the Fall. Given her social calendar and my responsibilities our time was limited. This trip would pack as much as … Read the rest

Sensibility

“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;
it is disposition alone.

Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other,
and seven days are more than enough for others.”

– Jane Austen… Read the rest

He was a friend of mine.

Sometimes I write, but question the urge to actually “publish.” Why bother? Who cares? Isn’t activity preferable to rumination.

Sometimes.

But the past defines us, defines me. I’ve tried to make peace with it, and yet … there are those incidents and periods that speak to me still. Some whisper, … Read the rest

“I’ve learned that people

will forget what you said,

people will forget what you did,

but people will never forget

how you made them feel.”

― Maya Angelou… Read the rest

Stopping …

Whose woods these are I think I know. 
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here 
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The … Read the rest