In springtime, some people grow misty-eyed with allergies to pollen. The poet Lynne McMahon greets the season gladly, but with the recognition of the hay fever sufferer's fate at this coming time of ...

DEAR READERS: Spring is a beautiful season full of new beginnings. The hibernating animals come out of their slumber to play. Daylight hours are longer, so there is more time to enjoy the warm ...

It was a hundred years ago — and so, in time, even the most modern of modern writers become the distant past — that William Carlos Williams (1883–1963) opened a 1923 collection of poetry and prose ...

I’m writing this column in the earliest days of another spring, and here’s a fine spring poem from Rose King’s book “Time and Peonies,” from Hummingbird Press. The poet lives in California. a man in a ...

Dear Readers: Wishing you all a very happy spring. Whether you just celebrated Passover, Easter or any other holiday, I do hope that you make time to celebrate spring. It is a time of renewal where we ...

It’s springtime in Alaska, getting lighter every day, as the tour boats and the charters motor out into the bay. But white stuff still surrounds us and we’re all just sick to death. We’ve been ...

It’s January, January 21 to be precise, and I’ve stepped out onto the back porch to deposit the trash from the house in the can to wait for the deposit onto the truck to take it away, no muss no fuss ...

bowing pines. Determined snow flakes fell, flocking Mother Nature in a fluffy, white gown. Another wink of winter’s snow. She glistens, spreading her soft blanket with a gentle whisper. “Not yet, ...

It’s easy to think of Christina Rossetti (1830–1894) as a caricature of her own extremes: morbid and (as other of her poems we have run in the Sun suggest) maybe a little hysterical, certainly strange ...