A Tree Converses

A tree converses in a quiet way, tossing branches, arching in the spring. It greens it’s welcome, verdant home away for birds who’ve traveled, longingly on wing. – I tree in summer wears its glory light richly pleased at how it lines the cloud it stands attention, cooly tempers bright with shady silence, helpful and […]

Apple Day

Driving in the dewy air the biting tang from just beyond the thinning vale (thinner in the mountain mist) that separates our world from bliss. Beethoven on the speakers; themes again, again and then, ONE MORE TIME again. – Climbing up in apple tree to bite the skin-sweet juice and throwing (wasteful) high into the […]

September

It is the smell of leaves and the sound of crickets and the brush of wind. . It is the sunshine, tilted like a ramp into the sky. . It is the clear, crisp edges of the world washed clean with the rain. . It is the stillness under drifting leaves calling us to rest.

Flames

The flames dance: cool and elemental, wrapped around their twine of radiating energy. The crackle of the pine the snap of sparks that clack like pop bottles splacking caps. – So odd to see the darting light the wall of whelming warmth so unconcerned– sporting hues of purple-blues of lava deep as sun. So full […]

Grey Fall Days

Grey days! When the leaves blaze from stalwart trees, then drift, drift away— soft, upon the breeze— to fall and brown and lay like dirt. On days like these, we cannot help but gaze. This is their closing hymn of praise.

Shower of Dreams

What happens when the sun goes downwhen satin takes the light?When little hands of darkness graspto bring the chill and night? What happens when the air gets coolwith other-worldly airsand greedy gremlins in the darksurprise you unawares? They say it’s always at the Twelk:the time when dark holds swaywhen even narcoleptics sleepand night blends with […]

Darkly Autumn Comes

The boughs bend slightly low. Clustered treefall clothes the eves. The barking dog seems far away and someone close is burning leaves. A whisk of autumn apple air, a dash of brashness bold and spare, presumptuous crow lands in the field …and looks for corn. – – – Photo by Yuri Yuhara: https://www.pexels.com

Fall Fire

The sharpened breeze of coming night that blows (a bit) in frozen bite seems warmed (like life) beside the blaze of friendship, fire, and sparkling grace. So here I rest while colored leaves whirl down to die by living trees.

Summer

These deep days breathe sticky. Heat waves crash over a tepid breeze. Cricket chirps lo—————ng for fall

Autumn Feast

Rise and come, the trees are bare and all the leaves are on the ground. There’s something brunkish in the air and brown and orange all around. – We’ll feast on crispy oven-meat and mounds of creaming vegetables, bread made crinkly-warm from heat, and butter salt delectables. – We’ll drink from icy mountain streams in […]