"First Leaf" by Danna Faulds The first of this year's leaves lets go and drifts, no breeze to bear it. With lazy grace the leaf unwinds...

Root [a meditation] I’d like for you to imagine me sitting beside you, reading these words on the page, line and after line. You don’t...

When the sun rises in November, the bright orange glow of the sun waking up, casts the most perfect light onto the backs of the trees...