This poem lay dormant for months, seeded in the waning days of autumn, when I wrote Anthem. Finally, spring is here with "A shout of triumph / An anthem of joy." Tight, verdant buds dot the naked limbs laid bare in winter, and a chartreuse film covers the ground greened in new grass raised from … Continue reading Spring (Finally)
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Holy Week: Perfect Love
XV. What cracks the husk so that hope pushes its green head up to the light, and frail threads wend downward to mine the rich dark decay of yesterday's life? K. Ashby Previously: Holy Week: Nature Tells the Truth
On the Way Home
We drove past the Reservoir on the way home. The day is grim winter gray punctuated by bare trees and piles of wet lifeless leaves. It is sprinkling. The temperature is cool enough for light layers and warm enough to feel muggy. This is not a day to delight in nature. This is a day … Continue reading On the Way Home
In the Quiet 