Tag Archives: Autumn

So many thanks to Donna Knutson for letting me share this beautiful poem. I am taking time to be with family in Colorado and consider all the gifts I have received, all the possibilities for giving. It is a quiet … Continue reading →

Born into the color of chrysanthemums –umber and amber,purple and gold and bronze, may you have color in life. Born into the leaf-fallingand the life-clarifying time,of the scarlet-chasing of maples,and the dark true silhouettesof oak and elm,bare as bones, may … Continue reading →

The wonderful Grace Bower of Aotearoa New Zealand, whose fabric arts are legendary, shared a memory of a poem of mine from last year and I needed to re-write it — some of the lines are the same … most … Continue reading →

William A. Deans of Ft. Wayne, Indiana, visual artist and poet calls most of the pieces I see “The view from my study window” which I think is the kind of literary humility that says — Look, here, at the … Continue reading →

These are the signs of season — grandchildren visited across the country, caught in a photograph limbs tangled in play as wild as swamp grasses under the shadow of the flying geese, a first anniversary of a friend’s death, and … Continue reading →

Most people know Howard Thurman’s The Work of Christmas with its familiar challenge, not for tinsel and pageant and family time, but for the hard, cold days of January in the northern hemisphere. When the song of the angel is … Continue reading →