by mylinhshattan | Oct 23, 2015 | On Life, On Literature
Poetry is in the trees this time of year. They whisper and wink, with emerald eyes and golden hair, all aglow with love. This couple welcomes the day and I see them on my morning commute. Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold, Her... 
by mylinhshattan | Apr 11, 2015 | On Life, On Literature
Tulips have sprouted at the base of the plum trees. On my run this morning, bare branches shook and trees creaked from the north wind, but the sun was defiant and the ground mushy and littered from weeks of melted snow. Spring is for flowers, gardens, lovers, and...