It’s deep winter now, when it is sometimes best to rest in the words of others. William Carlos Williams (1893-1963) is said to have been a leading poet of the Imagist movement. I don’t need to study up on that to love this poem. Winter Trees All the complicated...
Midsummer in the north is full of deep pleasures and abundance. The flowers seem to be in a hurry, leaping toward perfection. The earth has to hasten into the season before the cooling and quieting of the fall, so everything grows with riotous abandon. In the...
I biked through a lovely little pocket park the other day, nestled at the foot of the High Bridge in Saint Paul. I was having a thoughtful day and stopped to settle on a stone bench. The park holds some fine public art in its small footprint, including an enormous...
