Lately, certain months decline their customary duty

Like this April, limping into May. You see me fallow, as though fixed rigid in the opposite season— leaves in decay, every blossom withered, chill descending deeper and deeper into the stiff ground. You see me un-inked. You see me empty-handed, fingers slack even though tools strew the table. Normally, April’s spring-fed rivulets pull richness […]

Scarlet gerbera

No leaf, no fern for company nothing but the bright of this red stands up to a dim that would engulf me.   Moving stands third on a list of life-stressors, right after a loved one’s  death, and divorce.   Aren’t I too old for this? I’m quite as averse  to displacement as I am […]