First Snow
Drawn out through the woods to the meadow, the ridgeline, to where the world simplifies to sepia, by season's first...
Drawn out through the woods to the meadow, the ridgeline, to where the world simplifies to sepia, by season's first...
Recently, a friend who I haven't seen for a while, and I hiked up The Hill together. A misty day,...
I'm grateful that I don't have to remember to breathe, don't have to think at all about it. I'm grateful...
When the snowpack leaves, hilltops slowly draw pale green spring upward from the hollows' wet floors, like a new wick...
Rain or shine? Long pants or short? Under a mostly cloudy sky, we start up, The wet long grass soon...
Days on end of wet makes strangers of the sun, moon, and stars; Causes the grass in the yard to...
Stony Mountains Maybe nothing so defines the character of this area as stone. Look up, and you'll see Elk Mountain...
Clippers sweep the sky cold, pushing hard fronts, trailing soft flakes. This morning, brilliant silver white gaggles fly high overhead:...
Mist, coaxed by the sun, Rises like ether, Gilds Summer's last dawn, Splendored in gold
Ode to the snow crew, Some of them ski, some of them ride, All of them slip, all of them...