A Daffodil Winter

Cracks are forming in the course mulch where sprigs of something are trying desperately to come up. The bulbs of spring are curious or maybe too eager to resist. It is a warm winter, after all. And the amount of rain is comparable to what used to be April’s responsibility—now May.  The now wet and…

Clearing, Planting

24 May, 2017 I took a walk through South Creek the other day after visiting my grandfather.  My grandfather’s German Shepard, Elsa, took me fast down the trail, pounding out her excitement paw-after-paw.  Eventually my thoughts caught up to my own body and I pulled to heel Elsa as best as I could.  I could hear…

Listening to the summer

june Wheat straw set between the root and row Where green tomatoes slowly grow, sunbathing, like spoiled children, young still dreaming cherry tree A thousand blooms, a thousand cherries, Offering, in open hands, Wondering, “Who is it I can feed? With only one bee listening?” apple tree Apple tree, who knew you were such an inspiration…