Walking with Woods in Plainfield, Vermont

Fern, thou art a fan of feathered
fingers tickling my bare shins,
shhhhh, shhhhh,
I hear you whisper to others–shhhhh,
this is our moment–
there will never be another
exactly like it.

One Down, Three to Go

It was rough, especially towards the end, but I survived the first semester of my MA studies and my family still loves me despite the silent glares I doled out every time I was interrupted in the middle of a sentence - Whoo Hoo! I'm also done teaching for this semester and have a whole month off...maybe now I'll get caught up on some personal writing for sharing....