The Dogwood Never Fails

Now Faith and Hope and Charity— Upon these three men all agree None greater can in heart reside. More fickle, though, are veins of wood, And tenderest April blossoms could (No lack of good intent besides) Be withered by an ill-timed frost Or by nor’easter be accost’d. The life of blossoms is not sure! The

Tulip People

Tulip people aren’t Crocus people. They don’t tweet out    slapdash signals of spring    at February’s first foray into the 50s. Tulip people are distinct from the Daffodil crowd— apart and unmoved, apparently unheralded    by spring’s delirious drum majors    and clamorous countryside. Tulip people aren’t Hyacinth hipsters     or Snowdrop snobs, nor

Flagstones

It can hardly but sober a man to consider how he will be remembered after he at last shuffles off this mortal coil. Will he, in that dim light of dusk on Jordan’s bank, depart in the assurance that he done all, lived all, loved all that he could? Will he, when his works become manifest on that Day and are tested by fire, have anything to show for that which he toiled under the sun? Did he, as Moses prayed, number his days aright?