I live this poem often in the evenings when I sit in my garden after dinner and read, listen to folk songs or just marvel at the “inventions of summer.” Right now, I’m reading another walking book “A Time of Gifts.” It’s the first of a trilogy by Patrick Leigh Fermor, who walked in 1933 […]

Today was a difficult day. I had to work at being happy. Yesterday I walked 15kms with a group of pilgrims. The Camino has been calling. It starts quietly without pressure. I think March might be a good month. It’s vague; nothing has been formulated. Today I think that maybe I could go for three

Pied Beauty Gerard Manly Hopkins I have just finished reading “Landmarks” by Robert MacFarlane. It is a requiem to lost words. The author has tried to slow the slipping away of words particularly words for nature by listing them in his book. The belief is that once you lose a word, you lose a part

The Windover To Christ Our Lord I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-     dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding     Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,

I came across this poem on FB today. The author is Hanna Shebar. Letters You Will Never Read One lifetime isn’t enoughhow am I to open a cafe´in Paristo make art in Berlinto surf on the coast of Californiato write books in a Scottish cottageto pick wild flowers in the Crimean mountainsto eat pizza in

I can’t believe it’s been over two weeks since I’ve lived a poem. Well maybe I have lived a few and just not posted about the experience. Tomorrow it will be cold, 10C for May after days of 25C. I have trouble dealing with the cold, when it should be warm and I always have

I bought a book of poetry by Billy Collins at City Lights bookstore in San Francisco in 2017 or thereabouts. I love it. The poet through his poems makes us look at poetry in everyday images bringing the real to the surreal or the surreal to the real. Today I lived a poem on my

I lived through both tragic references in David Wojahn’s poem and I have been to the Madame Tussaud’s gallery in Niagara Falls. I remember exactly where I was when the news flashed at the bottom of the TV screen reporting that John Lennon had been shot and I remember watching the news reels of the

I pray every day. I pray to give thanks for my good fortune. I thank the powers that be and I thank God for my children, my friends, my health, my home, my sanity and my hope that springs eternal in spite of tremendous odds against it, often. The blue Iris will come soon and

The Peace of Wild Things Wendell Berry This has been a day of many poems to live even though I feel I have done almost nothing except sit and stare. Well, maybe not exactly nothing because: 1. I did talk to my sister-in-law in Britain. Something I do every week and we remembered my late