December–Provincetown

PROVINCETOWN Provincetown encompasses the harbor in all its variations the fishing boats  float tall by the wharf an ancient and venerable livelihood the thin and winding streets pass by colorful clusters of houses lead to the monument a pillar to our beginnings a...

October–Autumn Lull

AUTUMN LULL Sparkles leap from wave to tiny wave of the slowly running river the water lazy almost calm in the autumn lull before the winter ice and snow encroach to whittle down the flow to a black and unseen...

August–The Song of the Cicadas

THE SONG OF THE CICADAS In the soft night as I roam my summer yard the song of the cicadas thrills through my body a violin bow being drawn  along the strings the wind plays a gentle bass through the trees what is the cicadas story they tell faithfully every summer...

July–The Schooner

THE SCHOONER                                    I saw a schooner gliding through the bay carrying those who had never sailed before never smelled the fresh clean scent  of the wind crossing the bow never heard the lullaby of water rippling by the hull never felt the...

June–The Heron

THE HERON Always searching long fingers poised dagger beak pointed to the prey the heron creeping listening all intent on the elusive truth  

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