Whispers of Hesperides
I find myself alone when I enter the hushed housesurprised into stillness by the emptiness.Suspended I linger long enough to […]
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Motherless Trees
My skis slide easily on the solid snow of mid-winter, and as I push through the forest, I look for
Elk on the Tracks
The cow stands broadside, head turned to stare at me an awkward stance she holds for minutes, for centuries,as I
The Problem With all the Answers
Sometimes a promised storm delivers, coming hard and fast, almost in full sheets of snow. A foot or so arrived
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I am the Magpie
Underneath the snow I know the living lie in waitcontent to doze through short days.Like the marmot,a hibernation champion who
Hello, Hallmark
for the bookstore It is an unbeatable winter setting—snow falling softly on quaint Victorian homes and globed street lamps, mountains
Cup of Joe
My heart throbs with the news that hospice has come to him, and it awakens me to what it can
Crones at a Campfire
We talk of how we are letting our hair be gray, letting ourselves be as we are.Sitting with the old,
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I Don’t Always Listen
I don’t always listen to the woods around me when I hike.Sure, I hear the humph of my shoes hitting
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