Search
Close this search box.
Search
Close this search box.

Entry 10- The Shift into Spring

“In the early dangerous spring I wander….” That line from a poem I wrote in younger years while strolling in the evenings on the Vineyard is about the very unsettledness of spring- the desire to be out while yet it’s still dark- the sudden dying off of all kinds of household indigenes that just made […]