A neighborhood tuxedo cat’s walking the fence line and the dogs are going bonkers in the early morning. The louder they bark, the more the...

  Move him into the sun—   Gently its touch awoke him once,  At home, whispering of fields half-sown.  Always it woke him, even in France,  ...

  MY candle burns at both ends;   It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–   It gives a lovely light! Love is not al...

  Why, Dot asks, stuck in the back seat of her sister’s two-door, her freckled hand feeling the roof for the right spot to pull her wide sel...

  “While the Shepherds watched their flocks by night / All seated on the ground / A high-explosive shell came down / And mutton rained aroun...

 

 Last night we went to bed early and lay there each doing our thing. I found Good Poems on my Kindle and giggled at the biographies of the a...

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 –1950) Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;  Nor yet a floating ...

 

 

 Cycling home I thought of our talk that morning and all the (hopefully) imaginary and/or temporary problems that may (or may not) arise. In...

 … you have to keep on moving.

This morning J and I discovered an activity that I find quite calming. We talk on the phone and pick a prime number and go up from there and...

This morning was all foggy and wet. Julian said it's trying to accustom us to the weather in the UK for our trip in a few days. What a c...

I've left off the habit of writing here, but wanted to add this today for you.   i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am ...