Dream of Oaxaca

Originally posted on rogermoorepoetdotcom:
Dream of Oaxaca I can bring you a Bird of Paradise, but I cannot bring you the sounds and smells of Oaxaca. The pungent odour of the first drops of rain falling into dry dust, the tang of waxen candles burning in the cathedral’s dark, the high notes sung at the…

Sad destruction: Great Smoky Mountains

Sad destruction: Great Smoky Mountains

Such sad destruction recently. This past week, my beautiful Smoky Mountains are being consumed by fire. Who knows how they started – spontaneous combustion from drought conditions, lightning or even arson (two people have been arrested so far for just that) or a combination of circumstances and choices. Either way, the destruction is heart breaking. … Continue reading

A Midsummer Night’s Dream, in autumn

A Midsummer Night’s Dream, in autumn

I dreamed a dream this autumn morn and woke with this in my mind – ’twas a scene from Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” (which portion, below, I consign!) “I knowĀ a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine: … Continue reading