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Connections: April 7.17

Oh, nippéd bud,

of thee I sing,

poor little cringing

misshapen thing!

Frost’s cruel fang

hast bit thy head

and left the blood

a darkened red.

Thy brothers and sisters

in sad disarray

look equally puny,


How now, spring?

What mischief this?

whither the photo

for our synthesis?



Connections: March 17.17

The shade that’s cast by brick and steel

cannot in peace compare

to shade endowed by green —

susurrous emerald air.

It cools the soul and slows the heart

pares our excess ways

says “only this” and makes us stop

to gather up our somedays.

May green be yours, dear reader,

though winter’s not quite gone;

may you see some signs of springtime

and catch a leprechaun.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, dear reader!

With a shillelagh salute to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives,

Vernon Hill Gallery.


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Connections: March 1.17

2017-02-07-frozen-crow-dl%0d%0a-verginThis forlorn and crabby crow

adorned in German springtime snow

in silent cold indignity

looks a lot like cheerless me.

March tornadically announced

last night its roaring lion pounced

winter’s beauty not denied

 I prefer the lamb’s springtide.

Thanks to the Dianna Vergin Photo Archives.