Season 1

I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass— O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different ...

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his k...

A new poem every week, focusing on short pieces or excerpts of longer works. "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams. so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens