A boy, maybe 5, dancing in the candy aisle of a megastore at 6 a.m., a month before Hallowee… is overjoyed by the harvest on every shelf, his caramel skin

After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet

After Saturday tennis I came home took a nap and woke up dizzy had trouble walking. My balance was off so I went to bed and slept 20 hours

So many of us feed the birds even though we know birds can make it on their own in any weather,

My wife’s amazed when I station myself at the computer writing this or that despite a hound dog

Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add

The soup kitchen opens an hour late. The rain finally stops and the hungry file in. They’ve had a long wait.

Walking in the forest as morning comes I hear piccolos of wrens and robins offer hymns to God

Spring will eventually arrive, Tom tells his youngest daughter looking out the window at the snow… Take heart, he tells her, and listen for the blue jays when

Deep into a warm winter the Japanese red maple keeps her crown of brilliant leaves as if to prove to the evergreens especially that big blue spruce

They’re the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often

Far from the city way out in the country a hot afternoon in high summer as we drive down a bumpy road bouncing one mail box past

The two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way,

Three times a day a train roars through a field a farm away booming like an Angus bull looking for companionship.