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Winter Arrival By Linda Helmich  ©  Nov. 9, 1985   Day after day,Week after week,As summer endsAnd autumn reigns,For me,There is an undercurrent Of dread.Our enemyIs crouching nearby,And will soon attack.I know it,And that knowledgeBrings with itA kind of tension.  Then, one night,While we sleep unguarded,The world around us Is changed.But it is not a viciousOr violent […]

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Ode to Annuals By Deborah Holt Williams The bulbs hunker down, relaxed underground,they know they’ll be back in the spring. But the annuals shout“Our time’s almost out!”With colorful music they sing! Nasturtiums, petunias, marigolds, too,a bright, brilliant chorus in fall. So cheerful all summer,they’ll die (such a bummer).But in autumn, they give it their all!

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Letter from Galway The other day, I texted my sister to send me pictures of the aspen groves changing colors — “ASAP,” I requested. I never did get those photos, but I presume it’s because I woke her up at 6 in the morning. In a flash of homesickness, I seemed to have forgotten about […]

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Untitled poetryBy Fred Pulver One day I went, when the first snow fell, And ice laced the window sills, The days grew short, And squash leaves withered, I walked among the falling leaves, And heard them whisper as they fell, Once verdant green, now blazing ochre, “Please share my treasures for a spell.” “I have […]

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The Perfect Foil By Larry Day We peel the cloak of aluminum To reveal our roasted potateeyum The Trees Say It’s Fall … Photo and text by Jane Bachrach The trees at RVR are showing us fall has arrived and is in full swing. Yet, the weather disagrees, giving us more summer vibes with temperatures […]

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Late BloomerBy Deborah Holt Williams  The iris and lilies and daisies are done,their flowers have found their freedom. I wish they’d last. I’m sorry they passed.I’d happily water and weed ‘em. The days grow gray. Garden colors? Away,just when we really need ‘em. But wait! In a blink, all summery pink,blooms a welcome clump of […]

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Verge: An ode to time spent outdoors, Part II By Annalise Grueter Taking off into the woods simplifies, beyond just material life: it minimizes psychological pressure. “Can I live with myself?” seems a much smaller question than “Can I be involved with everything that interests me and be good at it?” In my last three […]

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Verge: An ode to time spent outdoorsBy Annalise Grueter “I am — really am — an extremist, one who lives and loves by choice far out on the very verge of things,on the edge of the abyss, where this world falls off into the depths of another. That’s the way I like it.” – Edward […]

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