Poetry

She Sings the Dawn

Just before the light of day before the rising of the world gripped in silence, darkness, shame there the rolling dawn unfurls. She breathes the chill of night away. It fades to navy, purple, flame. There the morning song resumes, beneath the twilight of the day and waking trees and yawning streams. The meadow needn’t… Continue reading She Sings the Dawn

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How to Get Apple Pie from Weeds

I don't especially like dandelions. Here in the cold, slow-to-start Upper Peninsula of Michigan, however, dandelions are one of the first signs of spring. The little weed is more prolific here than the state flower. Many well-intending folks with greener lawns than I work diligently to rid their yards of dandelions, but as a pseudo-gardener,… Continue reading How to Get Apple Pie from Weeds