VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees

SCENIC Yesterday I was an open field, cosmos-filled. Distant horizons misted in all directions. The face of the early-summer sun wore its smiling-every-day forecast. (You said the sight of my noontime sundial made you giggle and blush.) And the wind combed through my hair and through the chickadees’ pinions. I had many solstices ahead. TodayContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees”