“A Blessing” by James Wright Just off the highway to Rochester… Twilight bounds softly forth on th… And the eyes of those two Indian… Darken with kindness.

“The Farm” by Joyce Sutphen My father’s farm is an apple bloss… He keeps his hills in dandelion ca… and weaves a lane of lilacs betwee… and the jack-in-the-pulpits.

“To Be Held” by Linda Hogan To be held by the light was what I wanted, to be a tree drinking the rain,

“Instructions on Not Giving Up”… More than the fuchsia funnels brea… of the crabapple tree, more than t… almost obscene display of cherry l… their cotton candy-colored blossom…

“Anthropocene Pastoral” by Cather… In the beginning, the ending was b… Early spring everywhere, the trees… pink and white, lawns the sharp gr… that meant new. The sky so blue it…

“Ars Poetica” by Archibald MacLe… A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb,

“Coming Home at Twilight in Late… We turned into the drive, and gravel flew up from the tires like sparks from a fire. So much to be done—the unpacking, the mail

“Let Evening Come” by Jane Kenyo… Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn,… up the bales as the sun moves down… Let the cricket take up chafing

“The Peace of Wild Things” by We… When despair for the world grows i… and I wake in the night at the lea… in fear of what my life and my chi… I go and lie down where the wood d…

“If You Knew” by Ellen Bass What if you knew you’d be the last to touch someone? If you were taking tickets, for ex… at the theater, tearing them,

“So Much Happiness” by Naomi Shi… It is difficult to know what to do… With sadness there is something to… a wound to tend with lotion and cl… When the world falls in around you…

“Flying at Night” by Ted Kooser Above us, stars. Beneath us, cons… Five billion miles away, a galaxy… like a snowflake falling on water.… some farmer, feeling the chill of…

“Living in the Body” by Joyce Su… Body is something you need in orde… on this planet and you only get on… And no matter which one you get, i… be satisfactory. It will not be be…

“Shoulders” by Naomi Shihab Nye A man crosses the street in rain, stepping gently, looking two times… because his son is asleep on his s… No car must splash him.

“Fire and Ice” by Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fir… Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.