
Summer remembered
Summer, remembered. It was once suggested to me by a friend in rural Missouri who lived in an old Sears … Continue reading Summer remembered
Summer, remembered. It was once suggested to me by a friend in rural Missouri who lived in an old Sears … Continue reading Summer remembered
Wens never listen, brave headstrong wrens. Continue reading Poem to a wren
For lack of a more suitable place, I hung an earthenware birdhouse—actually, just a hollow clay ball with a hole … Continue reading Troglodytes and humans