Autumn— Quiet, Peaceful, Restorative
September is cider, October is pumpkins, November is leaf piles, December is the hearth. Autumn is oven mitts and thimbles and a full library book bin. It is wo...
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A Poem on Life with Small Children
You may relate. – In Suzanne U. Clark’s The Roar on the Other Side: A Guide for Student Poets, she instructs students to write two poems, one about a caco...
A Poem: Our Clearing
Reds doodledoo in our gong-like metal barn. Pregnant cows moan from neighboring pastures. Squirrels dart down bare branches. Amid them birds sing a dozen echoin...
Snippets from Old Winter Posts
Sunrise is muffled by a pale veil, but the snowy ground glows. The scene framed by my window pane looks like spray paint on sidewalk chalk: The sky is three pas...
Snippets from Favorite Autumn Posts
I’m lamenting autumn’s pending ending. Especially this year, possibly the last of six beautiful years in New England where colorful hills spread lik...
Savoring the Last Snow. Hopes.
Funny how I yearly lament autumn’s pending ending yet the first snow brings joy. I never settle into winter, as long as it lasts, I wait wait for it to en...
Hang a Candy Cane on my Sugar Maple and Call Me a Pessimist
“Uhh it’s snowing” I texted Chris in his business school capsule “on November 8.” At lake level, it had been raining but as we asc...
Like Three Seasons at Once
I appreciate a tri-tone leaf green, yellow and red all on one like I relish in a tri-tone street like I savor a tri-tone state of mind. Our block this week seem...
Partly Cloudy with Scattered Leaf Showers
we climb the hill to roll back down it we climb again to sit on it Linus hops rock to rock talking about bugs and prying caps off acorns to “help the squi...
I Watched a Leaf Fall 170 Feet
The gorge is dim and cool. Where moss does not cover the walls, wet rocks glisten. The roar of the waterfalls grows louder until our route suddenly flanges out-...
Reaching for Hot Cocoa; Holding Lemonade
September is indecisive. Yesterday talked like fall; today is acting summer. The sun is warm; the air cool. This soft green green grass feels cold through my je...
Autumn Dear
Good morning, Autumn. This week, nights have progressed from air conditioned to windows open to windows shut. This morning the wood floor was cold beneath my f...
The Beauty and the Might
I look up from the full table, beyond the long white porch of Lauren’s rental cottage, at the changes on the lake. Before breakfast, savory crepes: eggs, ...
3 Thousand Different Kinds of Beautiful
1) Sunlight on water can be a thousand different kinds of beautiful. Even over the same body of water, this East Texas lake for instance, every morning sky ref...
Buttricks, Buttresses and Back Roads: Entering Prayer Quiet & Confident
Does King’s College Chapel’s ceiling remind you of winter treetops on an unbending back road? Around here, where winter is long and tree-vaulted roa...
20 Minute Escape
“Heather, I’m home. Oh, I forgot to return the library books. I’ll go back.” “No. I’ll go,” I snatched the keys from Chris’ hand mid stride. I love my childr...
We are moving and I feel…
Coffee and watching petals fall with morning rain from courtyard tree.Sound, comforting.Site, lovely.Sentiment, sad but hopeful. In a few hours, our tree will n...
Crepes in Quebec in Autumn
Warm nutella in a delicate crepe leaves little to be desired. Especially when eaten in a 17th century structure next door to the Chateau Frontenac in the forti...
Simple Pleasures
I had $4.03 to spend at the Rutgers University farmers market. I tasted some sausage and some wine and a butter-toasted pecan then spent what I had: Spinach tu...
A Little Fall of Rain
Rain drops falling few, fat and loud. Circles growing on the puddles. Afternoon sun shining yellow. May-green leaves like stained glass wet glow. Their shadows ...
The Autumn Post
Nov. 10- Were I not ever picking leaves out of my 5-week-old’s carriage, he’d be camouflaged within 10 minutes. We picked a perfect day to go ...
Anticipating Summer’s Pending Ending
The crisp clean cold of winter cannot be replicated by an air conditioning unit. Nor can the toasty warmth and smell of a furnace imitate summer heat. We ...
…but I can’t say I like it.
Two of my favorite sites are leaves falling in late autumn and blossom petals falling in late spring. (I also enjoy watching rain fall and snow fall, but those ...
“Tut tut it looks like rain.”
When I open the shades on both the living room window and the breakfast room patio door, one can see straight through our apartment. And when I open the glass o...
Alice Austen’s House
It looks like a doll house- with carpentry like lace lining its dormers and gables, diamond-pained glass, and stout chimney- sitting in the grass where an 8 yea...
Blooms Like Christmas Lights
Do you remember December car rides after dinner to view Christmas lights? After work today, when I drove around Tottenville looking at blossoming trees I was re...
Snow on the Daffodils.
Chris and I explored Princeton University together on Sunday to discover that spring has come to New Jersey. Some trees are already blossoming in white and red ...
The beach by the lighthouse
I’m standing in the sand between Charleston Harbor and miles of yellow grass growing in shallow water that sparkles in the afternoon sun. The sea is calm ...