Browsing: Nature, Seasons & Haiku

I still remember the smell of my grandmother’s garden in late July. It wasn’t just the pretty scent of roses.…

December 21st used to scare me. Seriously. Growing up in a drafty farmhouse that rattled every time the wind kicked…

I didn’t fall in love with poetry in a classroom. I fell in love with it on a humid Tuesday…

I still remember the first time the weight of a petal actually hit me. I was twenty-two, standing on the…

The wool blanket scratched against my legs, but I didn’t care. I was seven, lying flat on the roof of…

I still remember the exact moment the automatic doors slid open at the Honolulu airport. It wasn’t the sight of…

There is this specific moment in late March that I wait for all year. It usually happens right after a…

You know that specific smell that hits the pavement around mid-June? It’s a chaotic mix of charcoal smoke, freshly cut…

I was sitting on my back porch in Virginia this morning, clutching a mug of coffee that was rapidly losing…

There is this specific moment in mid-March that always catches me off guard. It usually happens on a Tuesday, for…

It is raining right now. I’m sitting here, staring out at a world that has turned a soft, fuzzy gray,…

I don’t know about you, but by the time February finally drags its heels out the door, I am absolutely…

Let’s be honest for a second—February is the longest month of the year. I don’t care what the calendar says…