On a gentle slope of close-trimmed grasseswhen the sun rays, slanting, dress with shadowthe light folds of blanketing earthis most apparent the fracturedfaces of the underlying bedrockas it shelves. This stone is general in all places,deeper or closer as the eons have overlain it.Here, the oldest homes have been set into it,their basements chiseled out... Continue Reading →

To live in a meadow at the waningof the year is to live in greatdrifts of days—they pile uplike clouds,then stream away. It is to standunder the fullness of the glitteringas the cool air clears;to be eyed by Jupiter at the risingof the night; to walkwith the insects scattering,field mice darting dark throughyour path, shadows... Continue Reading →