Winter. Time for what’s told only when light makes itself scarce. Slight days, cold-hefted nights lengthened for listening from the poem “Gather Close” by Paulann Petersen One day, we took a drive. Wheels turning along the banks of a great river, past the lacy descent of a waterfall, under the shadow of autumn hills, to … Continue reading
Green velvet cloaks are lush all year. And fleeting, fragile flowers mean that delectable dessert is to come. Continue reading
Every day they’re different. Luck and science collide As seeds unfurl into leaves. Continue reading
It was the perfect fall morning- bitingly cold and dry. Whispy fog lay low in the sky, pure white and sure to burn off. As we glided by the ponds and streams alongside Highway 6, a light mist hovered on the edge of liquid and gas on the surface. It danced in slow, rising whisps, … Continue reading
This was a piece I wrote last year as part of a writing class. I revisited it and thought it was appropriate for this fall season, when we all need warmth and nourishment. Eating With Our Souls Most cooks’ go-to meals consist of grilled cheese, quesadillas, breakfast for dinner, maybe pasta or a nice rice … Continue reading
Eucalyptus trees browning, their dusty perfume filling sunny days with spicy grace. A midday sprinkle still lets the sun shine between its droplets. Warm days, chilly nights. Leaves dancing, cart wheeling, drawn by invisible string, skipping along the crosswalk. Elderly man smoking a pipe, cold afternoon sun illuminating his closed lids and upturned face, a … Continue reading
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