This poem is from last year’s run of storms. Since we are between gusts of wind as I type this it seems timely! My Japanese maple and adolescent kumquat trees in pots blew over last night but I have propped them up and gave them other plant friends to huddle with in preparation for tonight. … More The Atmospheric Rivers: San Francisco Featured Poem, December, 2025
Stars are totally beyond our control. What I do or do not do with stars I don’t have to feel responsible or guilty. Politics, climate, 42 million people not getting SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program), wars, my latest aches and pains – just not of interest to stars. The accompanying photo of mine is not … More Stars In Our Eyes: October, 2025 Featured Poem
I continue to be amused and amazed by the fog here in the Sunset District of San Francisco. It is so unlike anything I grew up with in New England forests and farms far from the ocean. It now summer and prime fog time. We watch tourists lulled by brief Thhours of sun suddenly shivering … More Mist and Silver: June, 2025 Featured Poem
Heather Saunders Estes 