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 ...

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 ...

Why is Christian Science in our name? Our name is about honesty. The Monitor is owned by The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and we’ve always been transparent about that. The church publishes the ...

Some of the best poets of spring are masters of the minor key. So it's no surprise that the famously dour Philip Larkin wrote two of the finest... Springtime is the season of renewal, but it can also ...

This is such an equivocal spring poem, which suits my mood entirely. Flowers are blooming here in this beautiful part of the world, while whole cities are reduced to rubble in others. But here is this ...

In early February, winter gray, Stretching sky high from the early morning earth, Begins again, slowly, to melt away. Slowly, invisibly almost. Too slight A pale to promise sun, much less rebirth. I ...

leaving the old river behind in a vast lake. Gone out in Napaimute. Jam below Crooked Creek. Sliver quarter moon above the only gift darkness offers. Sleep fits hardly into short nights. A child ...

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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, ...