Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. Comes ...

OLYMPIC NATIONAL PARK — Poetry complements nature beginning today as the North Olympic Library System and Olympic National Park work together to offer the annual Poetry Walks. This year’s program will ...

DEAR READERS: Wishing you and your families a very happy Easter and Passover. Spring is a time to get outdoors and play. It is a time for new beginnings and fresh starts. It is a time when the flowers ...

Notes: Few passers-by notice a granite marker on Cider Hill Road (Route 91) that identifies the spot where John Greenleaf Whittier in 1854 encountered a young farm girl in bare feet raking hay, which ...

Poet David Crews "got hooked" on hiking in the Adirondacks after climbing a couple of High Peaks in 2012, and regularly hikes the mountains and... Mar 22, 2021 — Poet David Crews "got hooked" on ...

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 ...