In His Time

Every year I marvel more and more at how long it takes for the Aster and the Goldenrod to bloom. Think back to when you saw your first blossom of Spring. Maybe it was a Crocus against your house, or perhaps you spied Snowdrops in Central Park. But now, in the damp of an autumn

Chicory

Ode to the summer roadside’s unassuming garland

To the Forgotten Lady

Every year,
at about this time…
…it happens that
I beg forgiveness of a tree