Good Sunday to you. And if I haven’t said it already, happy National Poetry Month from the Northeast of these United (sort of) States. At last the April snows appear to be over here. It’s sunny, but with that brisk chill that somehow returns me to childhood, not for any particular memory or event, but…
Tag: birds
Music Monday with EELS, Part 1
Twenty one days ago I made some enigmatic statements here about certain aspects of life being “up in the air,” and other aspects of life just being down, dirty, and difficult. A person gets tired. I think I’m handling myself well, for the most part, as well as I can, but I apologize, dear reader…
Life on the Ground, Music Monday with Mary
We’ve had a lot of music here on the blog lately, but it doesn’t seem you mind, so here we go again. I have had this song is in my head lately, what with all the crazy and exciting things happening, like my freelance editing career getting off the ground–more about that soon. And of…
Summer Birds, Some are Poets
Reflections on Robert Frost’s “Ovenbird,” and “First Song,” by Matthew Murrey “There is a song that everyone has heard.” That is how Robert Frost begins his unique sonnet, “The Ovenbird.” Of course, you’d be right to protest; not everyone has heard the bird. But a lot of the North American continent has. The little “mid-wood…
Genesee Trailwalker, Part 3
Originally posted on Rivertop Rambles:
All three parts of this series were written and published on Rivertop Rambles around the 20th of January each of three consecutive years. I don’t know what this proves, other than the fact that I’m another creature of habit. I should probably be careful with that. Predictability can be lethal,…
From the august trees
Originally posted on some little crum creek:
. Some parts of our nature we might never see. But under a rising moon, out from a waning season, an imploring eastern screech owl sounds — savor the mystery. .
David J. Bauman 