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Autumn Song

Autumn clouds are flying, flying, O'er the waste of blue. Summer flowers are dying, dying, Late so lovely new. Laboring trains are slowly rolling Home with winter grain; Holy bells are slowly toiling Over …
Nothing But A Comma

(A professor, denouncing this punctuation: Death be not proud; Death thou shalt die!) Nothing but a breath, a comma, separates life from life everlasting. Very simple, really. With the original punctuation restored…
Wendell Berry's Mother

To My Mother by Wendell BerryEntries) --> I was your rebellious son, do you remember? Sometimes I wonder if you do remember, so complete has your forgiveness been. So complete has your forgiv…
The Light is Back

Another sign of spring: there is a window of sunlight shining into our kitchen in the early mornings. During the winter the yawning sun just can't stretch its beams around to this spot. Now it plays peek a boo for…
A Deer in the Target

Here it is halfway through April and I have not even mentioned National Poetry Month. This poem, introduced to me by The Writer's Almanac, delights me on many levels. All my sons are deer hunters, but one spent time a…
Like Wheat Arising Green

Now the green blade rises from the buried grain, Wheat that in dark earth many days has lain; Love lives again, that with the dead has been; Love is come again, like wheat arising green. In the grave they laid hi…
Thankful, Spring Edition

photo credit: dharperino (my brother) Thankful, Spring Edition Fair sunshine and small flecks of green, revealing treasures in the ground, an opened window, freshened air, the deep inhaling of this grace. Sorrow dis…
Twiceborn

An offering from my husband, Curt, the occasional poet. Twiceborn... Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInter…
Betjeman and Toplady

This is an addendum to the post about altered hymns. And an addendum to the post about WWII reading. Last night I picked up Trains and Buttered Toast: Selected Radio Talks by the poet John Betjeman (pronounced Betchma…
My Boy Jack

Last night my men put a moratorium on sad (WWI) war movies. Ain't gonna study war no more! In the all-or-nothing mentality that marinates in the marrow of all those born with my maiden name, I have had my guys wa…