The poetry and prose in this list are a selection from Carolyn’s favorites and will change every few months.

Private Gardens

Finally, the gardens are private. I am the only one here except for the wind, which thrashes the limbs and tresses of nearby trees, all the while making love to them in its own dashing way, snipping away excess hair, giving them new styles. All the forest has to do is stand there and bear this wild loving with the wild scissors trimming years of growth in an instant, yet merging in the passion that for a moment is theirs.