It Isn’t the Robin

It isn’t the robin who draws me He only sings for the spring Or the ruby-throated hummer I don’t miss til I see her again It’s not the starling or the jay It’s not even the song sparrow It isn’t bluebird or indigo bunting Or even the friendly junco Who perches on snow-laden boughs Graces… Continue reading It Isn’t the Robin


The Shortage of Words

There is no shortage of words in our world today. Everywhere I turn this year, I feel bombarded by words -- some important, some flippant, some superficial, some profound, some firm with conviction (and some that perhaps shouldn't be), some redundant with talking points, and some just plain irritating. Perhaps this has always been the… Continue reading The Shortage of Words