Tag Archives: Leslie Schwartz

Hopeful Strings

In the night, the cold moves in. The evening before, returning after work in Vermont’s “big city” of Burlington, the frogs chirped, and the air, drenched with a heavy rain, was suffused with the hummus-y scent of soil and leaves … Continue reading

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Vermont Dawn

It’s autumn here. Better — Vermont autumn — a landscape hordes of people drive and fly hundreds, thousands, of miles to see. Because the world is dying down, my prolific garden beginning to crumple, autumn always seems to me the season … Continue reading

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