‘Social distancing’ appears to be a scary thing for many.
This week 351 years ago, our 9th (and 10th) great-grandfather Richard Felton Jr. was born in England’s West Midlands. By the time he died in 1734, he had made the journey west across the Atlantic.
A nice, cozy, safe shelter!
It’s that time of the year again…
The form of this Wordsworthian sonnet refers back to 16th and 17th century sonnets, much like the reference to Proteus recalls Milton’s description of the Old Man of the Sea, and Triton Spenser’s figure of the sea-god.
Trees aren’t just still standing timber. Not even poplars.
Run with me, Brother Wolf.
Teach me to be like a wolf, stronger than fear, faster than cold.
Phenology is not hocus pocus.
I hope you like this poem!
Have you ever seen a blue fantasy flower?