Sunday morning, Ruth Hardy Park I walk the two dogs, he brings his Reacher-grabber tool large bag and plastic gloves   it’s a thing he...

I enter the dark woods on a sunny day   fall unconscious into one hole climb out, then into another   out again, walk out the other side...

hot cocoa in summer a petunia in fall a lizard in winter a snowflake in spring   things out of season never seem pleased