Look, the trees/ are turning/ their own bodies/ into pillars/ of light,/ are giving off the rich/ fragrance of cinnamon/ and fulfillment, the long tapers/ of cattails/ are bursting and floating away over/ the blue shoulders/ of the ponds,/ and every ...

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,/ A quiet house, some green and modest acres/ A little way from every troubling town,/ A little way from factories, schools, laments./ I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,/ With only streams an...

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,/ don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty/ of lives and whole towns destroyed or about/ to be. We are not wise, and not very often/ kind. And much can never be redeemed./ Still, life has some possib...

This morning, at waterside, a sparrow flew/ to a water rock and landed, by error, on the back/ of an eider duck; lightly it fluttered off, amused.// The duck, too, was not provoked, but, you might say, was/ laughing./ This afternoon a gull sailing ov...