I received a letter in the mail. It was from a friend who is presently living in Florida. She’s one of the migrators, doesn’t like winter but her heart will always be in Vermont. I’ve been telling her about our unseasonably warm winter. She’ll be back by the beginning of April. Just like the geese and the robins, she will come home again…Read more.

Life is always changing, each day having its own ebb and flow, sometimes wild and rushing, other times peacefully calm, not unlike a river…Read more.

Haiku – Japanese poetry form with 17 syllables(5-7-5).

"…It was hard to know what to say to somebody like that." Sonya Hartnett, The Ghost’s Child.

A CHANCE OF A BROKEN DREAM.

Letting it all go at the end of another day.

A poem to a dead loved one.

A poem about the Seasons.

A poem by Kurt John Egana.

A poem about wanting spring.