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Summer’s Passing | Poem

Summer’s Passing | Poem

        An excerpt from Fleeting Moments of Fierce Clarity: Journal of a New England Poet   Sparks from the fire were cast into the sky— for a moment able to live as red stars of the Milky Way. The balance tips and we pass into the darkness....
September Along the Quinnipiac River | A Poem

September Along the Quinnipiac River | A Poem

© 2015 by L.M. Browning  The honey resin varnish painted across the pine floorboards glowed in the dawn light. Walking through the still-night hush passing from the warmly dim bedroom toward the crisp air flooding the kitchen. Framed in the open door, I...
My Religion Is New England | A Poem

My Religion Is New England | A Poem

A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries   My feast days come When the apples are ripe And the blueberries Hang heavy with juice. My communal wine Is the crisp salty liquor sipped From the oysters that grow Along the black rocks in the bays. On the afternoons when...
Autumnal Evenings

Autumnal Evenings

  Occasionally this New England girl ventures outside the Northeast. In 2010, I was invited south to visit a friend. This venture was a lengthy one, including stops in Washington D.C. and Virginia, finally ending with a gathering in the mountains of northeastern...