Frost-crisp
Listen. With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. ~Adelaide Crapsey “November Night”
View ArticleTo Win the Sky
The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Wisdom of the...
View ArticlePeering at a Landscape on a Branch
I’ve lived in the Pacific Northwest for most of 59 years, and on this farm for 20 years. The grandeur of the snow-capped mountains to the east and the peaceful shore to the west overwhelms everything...
View ArticleTake the Next Step
At sundown when a day’s words have gathered at the feet of the trees lining up in silence to enter the long corridors of the roots into which they pass one by one thinking they remember the place as...
View ArticleAwaiting the Whole Story
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape– the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth...
View ArticleGiven the Choice
I go to the mountain side of the house to cut saplings, and clear a view to snow on the mountain. But when I look up, saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in the uppermost branches. I don’t cut that...
View ArticleThe Winged Keys
The set seed and the first bulbs showing. The silence that brings the deer. The trees are full of handles and hinges; you can make out keyholes, latches in the leaves. Buds tick and crack in the sun,...
View ArticleNot One Would Mind
photo by Josh Scholten There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools, singing at night, And wild plum trees in...
View ArticleThe Borders of Heaven
photo by Heather Bullis The mares go down for their evening feed into the meadow grass. Two pine trees sway the invisible wind—...
View ArticleWhat Will Always Be
Again I resume the long lesson: how small a thing can be pleasing, how little in this hard world it takes to satisfy the mind and bring it to its rest. Within the ongoing havoc the woods this morning...
View ArticleUntangling the Threads
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth....
View ArticleBlown Away
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long. ~e.e. cummings
View ArticleThe Mystery Bones
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth,...
View ArticleThis is Winter
This is winter - rosettes of leather-green leaves by the old fence and bare trees marking the sky – ~William Carlos Williams
View ArticleResting in a Keeping Not My Own
These glowing leaves made of the light a place That time and light would leave. The wind came cool, And then I knew that I was present in The long age of the passing world, in which I once was not,...
View ArticleThe Mystery Bones
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth,...
View ArticleThis is Winter
This is winter – rosettes of leather-green leaves by the old fence and bare trees marking the sky — ~William Carlos Williams
View ArticleResting in a Keeping Not My Own
These glowing leaves made of the light a place That time and light would leave. The wind came cool, And then I knew that I was present in The long age of the passing world, in which I once was not,...
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