Since it’s been warm outside recently (at least where I live), what better time is there for a poem about snow? This fun little poem, “Snow, Aldo,” is by Kate DeCamillo. Once, I was in New York, in Central Park, and I saw an old man in a black overcoat walking a black dog. This […]

Powi It happened yesterday for the first time. For the first time in months I recognized that winter was fading and spring was coming. It’s not coming quick or earlier than usual, but it’s coming and the first signs were there. The mid-morning walk offered some clues. It’s been getting warmer out. Recently, a hat […]

Outside my window, the rarely-trafficked street is still white, only the manhole cover that managed to melt through gives a hint that there’s anything not white under there. The gray sidewalks—which must be shoveled both as a courtesy to fellow pedestrians and out of fear for the law—form a coherent border between the white over […]

Yesterday was the Fourth of July. Today, the Fifth of July, I’m remembering the best part of that Wednesday. And though it came around dusk, it was not fireworks. Loud man-made explosions are interesting, yes, but rarely so beautiful as the things we can’t control. Yesterday, as it got toward dusk, cloud seemed to flood […]