I ran five miles today in Brown’s Woods Bending parts I couldn’t bend a year and a half ago Broken-tree scrambling and drinking in muggy...

I wonder if Nature knows That dying leaves Are not the end If it remembers The previous spring If it cries and mourns When green turns To...

Geese know when to move on And when to come back Something to do with Finding the open water At just the right time And not a moment too...