It was late in September when you took me To that amazing garden, hidden in the city, Tranquil and complicated as an open hand, …                               … Continue reading →

Pokin’ round ‘mid ferns and mosses, Like a hop-tail or a snail, Somehow seems to lighten crosses Where my heart would elsewhere fail.                                   … Continue reading →

I find joy in the cemetery trees. Their roots are in our hearts. In their leaves the soul Of another century is in ascension. -Rodney James Of all our cemetery trees, there are few that are more majestic, and beautiful, … Continue reading →

The mountain laurel in bloom Constructed like needlework Tiny half-pulled stitches piercing Flushed and striped petals…                                                 … Continue reading →