Category: small
Sweet Pea Seedling
I need to go and sit beside a sweet pea seedling. To touch its tendrils reaching for something to grab hold of, the ballast for the way ahead, the ladder to he...
Between the Red Road and the Sky
It is a dull morning, lionlike for the beginning of March, with a biting north wind sharpening the edges of muddy snowdrifts. I step through the gritty crystals...
The Small Moments of Advent
I have just a few moments on this busy Saturday before Advent to share two things: a sequence and a secret. The first is a sequence of Advent poetry I com...
Out-of-Season October
I am huddled under heather-purple wool, writing about the darkness of fall and the sadness of all these hurricane-stripped trees, when little Ivy (always green)...