In springtime, some people grow misty-eyed with allergies to pollen. The poet Lynne McMahon greets the season gladly, but with the recognition of the hay fever sufferer's fate at this coming time of ...

Dear Readers: Wishing you all a very happy spring. Whether you just celebrated Passover, Easter or any other holiday, I do hope that you make time to celebrate spring. It is a time of renewal where we ...

DEAR READERS: Spring is a beautiful season full of new beginnings. The hibernating animals come out of their slumber to play. Daylight hours are longer, so there is more time to enjoy the warm ...

It’s springtime in Alaska, getting lighter every day, as the tour boats and the charters motor out into the bay. But white stuff still surrounds us and we’re all just sick to death. We’ve been ...

Sara Teasdale (1884–1933), an American lyric poet, was the author of nine volumes of poetry published between 1907 and the year of her death. Though her poems frequently appear in anthologies for ...

It’s January, January 21 to be precise, and I’ve stepped out onto the back porch to deposit the trash from the house in the can to wait for the deposit onto the truck to take it away, no muss no fuss ...

It’s easy to think of Christina Rossetti (1830–1894) as a caricature of her own extremes: morbid and (as other of her poems we have run in the Sun suggest) maybe a little hysterical, certainly strange ...

bowing pines. Determined snow flakes fell, flocking Mother Nature in a fluffy, white gown. Another wink of winter’s snow. She glistens, spreading her soft blanket with a gentle whisper. “Not yet, ...

as maypoles rise with colors gay. I joined with friends to greet the Spring. Wayne Farmer is a retired software engineer who is now writing poetry and playing the djembe. The Post Bulletin publishes ...