Walking My Dog Two Days after the Blizzard [poem] by Susan Gundlach

Forget the cliché-inducing kind of snowfall, winter wonderland and all that, of Thursday. Instead, picture this on Saturday: A barely cleared sidewalk pitted with solid icy boot prints, ankle-breakingly treacherous. To the right, tall fences and hedges. To the left Read More …

Rachmaninoff Speaks of Weather: Etude-Tableaux Op. 33 No. 4 in D Minor [poem] by Susan Gundlach

In the dawn of a quiet autumn day’s pink-orange sunrise, gentle light flows across the lake, from horizon to shore, waking birds, lifting spirits, colors thinning as the rising continues, when suddenly, solid green-black clouds emerge from the west, blown Read More …