Summer’s End

Summer’s End

by | Writing

I tug the paper-thin blanket snuggly around me, inhaling dawn’s air, as crisp and brilliant as the orange carrots, as the fresh and green leafy spinach received yesterday from my CSA. Though the calendar reads August, if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was autumn...
The Hope of Dirt

The Hope of Dirt

by | Poetry

  The shovel is my brother, a good companion as we play together in the dirt…   and I am bigger for hoping— as I dig, as I turn soil & a few worms upside down.   I imagine the tiny roots climbing low, low, low, while tiny shoots climb high, high,...

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