“So simplify the problem of life, distinguish the necessary and the real. Probe the Earth to see where your main roots run.” -Henry David Thoreau- April 20, 2017- Throughout the last three days, we’ve traveled by foot under changing skies- one moment we drip with rain, and then in another we’re pelted with hail. The … Continue reading
The bike path has come alive again and so have we. Songbirds call from tree to tree and Bear Creek roars white, frothing up the sides of its banks. My wheels kick up the beeswax musk of crushed cottonwood buds. It is almost unbelievable, this sunshine, streaming unapologetically through vapor lingering in the air. The … Continue reading
I do this every year- retreat into winter. It seems as though the months of shorter days and longer nights becomes a dearth of creativity, as I focus more on cooking food and drinking tea on the couch than searching for poems out in the world. I seem to neglect this blog every winter. But … Continue reading
Great spring gusts carpet the ground like the most luscious royal pathway Continue reading
Slowly, it takes hold- fingers outstretched, finding its place, its embrace of leaf and limb. You may also like: Unfold Nurse Log Bryophyte Cyclical Continue reading
Tendril by Tendril arise to your new life. Shake out your wrinkled leaves. Embrace and welcome sunshine! You may also like: Fiddlehead The Unknown is the Best Part Fox in throat, hand in sleeve Dogwood Mornings Continue reading
The skin of the planet is fragile. Watch. Listen. You can only listen. By listening, you may see a sparrow warming itself in steam on the corner of your gutter. By listening, you may see the first crocus shimmy up from the frozen Earth. A sentry, the first scout. You may hear the fall of … Continue reading
The next thing will be to welcome green. A hopeful expectation, creation. You may also like: Small Moments our avian friends I dwell in Possibility: a new year written on a Friday afternoon Continue reading
The winter skies are blank- empty like a still pool of water, reflecting. They wait, as we do, for the world to erupt in color and bright song. We need this empty time, these white skies, to recalibrate. We need to take stock of ourselves as we stand, alone. Alone, away from the brightness of … Continue reading
Because I woke up today to the splatter of rain on asphalt… Because now, in the lived-in-mid-morning, sun hits the rain still lingering on leaves… Because I don’t want to restate what has already been said… I am sharing with you a post I wrote two years ago, “an ode to pluviosity.” …Because today the … Continue reading
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