Brood X has emerged from 17 years underground and is serenading us with an otherworldly chorus. These amazing periodical cicadas inspired me to write my first published poem, comparing their mathematically determined arrival with our own shaky emergence from the pandemic.
Tag: Theodore Roosevelt Island
Withy Like the Willow
This week we received a multi-day blessing in Washington, a city much in need of a blessing: snow, our first real snow in two years.
Become a Winter Wanderer in the “City of Trees”
“There’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes.” Winter in Washington offers unparalleled beauty to the trained eye.