Loving Frank

by Nancy Horan

Flower blossoms first, of course, because they’re so seductive. But then I saw how the stalk inevitably led to the leaf and bloom. It didn’t matter what plant I looked at. The structure was always sound, and the design essentials were all there: proportion, scale, unity of idea.

Every landscape has its own latent poetry. Let the contours of the land and the plants reveal to you the geometry of its soul.

Two years in a child’s life is the distance between stars,

During the night, she got up to use the bucket he had placed by her side of the bed. As she lifted her nightgown to crouch, a bat whipped by within inches of her shoulder. She leaped back into bed and covered her head with the blanket.

Nature! We are encompassed and enveloped by her, powerless to emerge and powerless to penetrate deeper. Unbidden and unwarned she takes us up in the round of her dance and sweeps us along, until exhausted we fall from her arms.