I’ll tell you a secret … I’ve been a little distracted lately. Harried. Fractured. Busy. (Which — I’ll tell you — is a very modern and grown-up kind of brokenness.) But today, I went for a walk in the woods — something I haven’t done for months now. I disappeared into a hole in the […]
Tag: E.E. Cummings
Good words for a new year …
Three-hundred-sixty-five days ago, I found myself pondering this little poem by E.E. Cummings… And it took me longer than I wanted to understand the words — to unclench my white-knuckled fists — but I’ll tell you: In 2015, my empty hands were filled. Oh, friends… today, I’m wishing you the courage to let go […]
a small reminder, written on floating leaves …
This time of year, I can’t watch a single leaf spiraling to earth without thinking of a certain special poem by E.E. Cummings … Strung together like a necklace of cranberries on a thread, his letters make up what I consider to be the most exquisite little poem I’ve ever encountered: l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness […]
ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS 