Category Archives: poetry

Black-Blue, Turquoise-Blue

Sharing poems with little kids this week, I keep reading this one: I’m glad the sky is painted blue, And the earth is painted green, With such a lot of nice fresh air All sandwiched in between. While Long Winter … Continue reading

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Waking

Not plausible, perhaps, but last night the current bushes still appeared as a handful of sticks. Early this morning, the world still damp with dew and rain, green leaves have emerged from those brown sticks, their tender folds already beginning … Continue reading

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Community Bonding

Written with a finger on a muddy car door in Montpelier: Spring is here! Hooray! I mention this to my daughter at dinner, saying, I think a kid wrote this…. Why a kid? she asks. Why not a little old lady? … Continue reading

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Our Lives, Seen and Unseen

A few minutes early to collect the 12-year-old and her friend from track practice, the 19-year-old and I take a walk around a neighborhood circle near the high school, passing a house I considered buying but didn’t. Full of excitement … Continue reading

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Cold Spring

A lover I had for a very brief time complained I wasn’t good at accepting gifts. Pride, he noted. About that, he was right. And yet a life without pride in yourself and your actions? Lack pride and you become a muddied … Continue reading

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Monday Morning Good Things

This morning, I step out on the back porch to say, Goodbye, have a nice day to my 12-year-old as she walks to school. I lift my voice a little and add, Feels like March and spring! By way of answering, she raises one hand, … Continue reading

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Hardwick Postcard #2: Community Notices

Outside Hardwick’s food co-op are two boards thumb-tacked with wind-tattered signs, the cultural postings of this small town – free community postings of library and school events, classes offered, a deadbeat father’s rambling missive to his family. I stand in the … Continue reading

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