. lions of Apollo guard his Delian temple among bursts of wild poppies clambering for the heavens . I run the color red over Father’s free-f...

Open the Homeric Hymn to Demeter and enter the Nysian meadow, naming roses, crocuses, and beautiful violets . . . irises too, and hyacinths...

with his crook he navigates the rough terrain early bluegrass and white clover villagers liken the shepherd to ruddy-limbed Pan piping to ny...

. oriental boxes of sesame seeds, wild rice, and mung beans behind the glass of wall-to-wall red lacquer cabinets . with Chinese red, minor ...

On the Beaufort Scale of 2, a light breeze forms wavelets, rustles palms. On the scale of 4, a moderate breeze wipes footprints from the san...

. A day when I pack a sandwich, sit on the beach—a day in which I hypostatize God in a flash of lightning, too far off for sound; in a woma...

. Mother sits over coffee, her back to a wide window reflecting the changing sky. She’s wearing the indigo dress, that royal blue hat, those...