Hay
Long shadows from the evening sun cast across a recently mowed field this week. Drumming of rain pushed most welcomed...
Prose
First Snow
Drawn out through the woods to the meadow, the ridgeline, to where the world simplifies to sepia, by season's first...
Healing Rock
Recently, a friend who I haven't seen for a while, and I hiked up The Hill together. A misty day,...
Gratitude
I'm grateful that I don't have to remember to breathe, don't have to think at all about it. I'm grateful...
Summers’ Peak
When the snowpack leaves, hilltops slowly draw pale green spring upward from the hollows' wet floors, like a new wick...
A Walk on The Mountain
Rain or shine? Long pants or short? Under a mostly cloudy sky, we start up, The wet long grass soon...
Rainbow
Days on end of wet makes strangers of the sun, moon, and stars; Causes the grass in the yard to...
Stone
Stony Mountains Maybe nothing so defines the character of this area as stone. Look up, and you'll see Elk Mountain...
Clipper Sky
Clippers sweep the sky cold, pushing hard fronts, trailing soft flakes. This morning, brilliant silver white gaggles fly high overhead:...
Summer’s Last Dawn
Mist, coaxed by the sun, Rises like ether, Gilds Summer's last dawn, Splendored in gold