• Hummingbirds
• December
• Winter
• 2019

At day's end

a certain slant of light

turns the world

magical

and mysterious.

First posted: December 26, 2019

• Autumn
• Pond
• November
• Poetry
• 2019

I come into the peace of wild things,

I come into the presence of still water,

I rest in the grace of the world,

and am free.

                         Wendell Berry

[First posted: November 3, 2019]

• Summer
• August
• Fawn
• 2019

We have this understanding, the deer and I.

When I first bring plants home from the nursery,

I leave them out overnight.

If they are still there in the morning, I plant them.

If they aren't, I don't

[First posted: August 10, 2019]

• Summer
• July
• 2019
• hillside

 
I dine alone this evening,
sitting out on the hillside
enjoying a still summer night.
Suspiciously still.
Where is everyone?
No squirrels? No chipmunks?
(The feeders are full.)
No jays, no junkos,
no chickadees, robins or wrens?
Not even flies?

Was there a memo I didn't receive?

[First posted: July 11, 2019]