I often wonder which is my favorite But today I know It is now The cooler mornings The crisp nights The scent of overripe fruit the crackle of a fire the call from a V of geese flying toward a gibbous moon Yellow school busses yellow leaves yellowed stalks of… Read More
The sun wakes early yawns its way across the sky one lazy beam after another a basket of hours set on the porch lighting the first the floor now the window now the vase Hours to to plant to grow to water weed and mow Hours to watch buds turn… Read More
An eye opening An arm stretching Then a leg A shoulder We rise from sleep Hips sway Birds sing Frogs croak And there are fawns new and dew spotted Mamas watching as green emerges Gossamer buds Buttoned eyes opening to the warming sun And mud emerges and sap flows and… Read More
The scent of stillness The taste of cold The long pause between icy breaths Storms stalk the sky Heavy burdens buckled on its back Landscape disappears Hills, roads, fence lines, your home Above Trees sway Sway Shiver and sway an arboreal dance Limbs gracefully grasping Then letting go
At the Koi pond, she saw clouds floating with coral colored carp. Sky shimmered water. The lace of ice. “It’s beautiful,” she said to no one, because on this cool morning there was no one. No children tugging at her coat telling her they needed to pee, no parent “chaperones”… Read More
I could see the sunrise on Tacoma this morning. The volcano best known as Rainier. Snowfields some two hundred miles north were lit peach and pink by the incoming light from a far off star. In between was Loowit. The volcano best known as St. Helens. Moments like that knit… Read More