Blowin' In

A Tale for Samhain The fields of Rock Strand were awash with shades of violet during the early days of September. Towering fronds of wild...

I thought that I could lay in this meadow watching the summer sky shift from yellow to blue to grey and my words would return. Just this morning, I stood in a state of wonder. Monarchs intersected my path toward the garden. My spaniel bounced about chasing bunnies from the clover and digging for toads beneath the woodpile. Perhaps, I thought, life could be this simple.

The landforms rise in stunning, grass covered peaks. The birds cry and fish for their supper.

By Sue Mangan “Nine- and-fifty swans…Scatter wheeling in great broken rings…And now my heart is sore…All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,The first time on...