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! TheContinue reading “The Dogwood Never Fails”
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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, norContinue reading “Tulip People”
Route 31, 4:37 A.M.
On a Tuesday
at 4:37 A.M…
Magnolia Buds
Hang on, Magnolia buds, My dears! Hang on, Magnolia buds! Bear with this ill-timed Arctic air Withstand this undue frost. Nor let us come April into And fail to find thee there. March 28, 2022
April 9
There are three things which I do not believe— four that I will never understand: The ninny who announces that she doesn’t like bacon, the philistine who posits improvements of baseball, the charlatan who espouses a god in his own image, and the ogre who identifies his favorite season without stating first and foremost, unequivocally,Continue reading “April 9”
The Last Bath
Will we know it when it happens? And (if so) how will we know? Will we know that we know? Will we be able to recognize it? . Will the moment herald itself with the shout of an archangel? Or will we anticipate its coy arrival with a kind of parental prescience? .Continue reading “The Last Bath”
The Maples of Broad Street
The maples of Broad Street
have ceased to be tame,
The maples of Broad Street
are shaking their manes
Cacophony
It must have been
an evening in early August
when ‘cacophony’ was coined.
What other moment
could have minted
such an awesome articulation:
the world’s most perfect word?
Chicory
Ode to the summer roadside’s unassuming garland
Tomato Plants in Late June
Tomato plants in late June
don’t smell like anything
except
tomato plants in late June.
Singular unto themselves
their redolence subsists…