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This morning, the newspaper title caught my attention: The Harder Life Gets, the Softer We Need to Be.” There was also a subtitle: When...

Warbling up great canyons, drifting over silent spaces of time. When the moon fills, when the night is soft, loon laughter transforms...

Softly Water teases the shore. Midnight embraced. The fawn’s gentle passage Across the divide between Sea and space. Gently it massages...

The old chasm finds us, The old circle of rising And greeting Is lost to the winds. Memories virtue remains But its edges grow dim. So...

In the North, the Aurora Borealis or Northern Lights sometimes flame on cold winter nights. I will always remember a picture an artist...

Marigolds first appear in the ditches, far before the summer crowd. They are the first to signal the birth of spring. They lie in low...