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In flesh of trees

In flesh of trees

In flesh of trees I favor a pasture with trees, tall poplars, oaks, and hickories whose roots run deep and suck their life from Earth’s rich brown reliquary. No woods, so overpowering, but casual trunks, and towering above red clover and the grass, and wild weeds,...
The color of God

The color of God

Green is the color of God here among us, a carpet, a curtain, a wave of frills, fluttering, claiming in greenness the radiance our eyes cannot bear in its fullness. The fire of life, stoking summer’s grand vibrance captured in softness and brilliance and boldness, the...
Salvia

Salvia

In the still of the morning, your heart beats the peace of a new sky, brightening leaves. Soaking in greenness, you claim as your mantra the call of the killdeer, plying the breeze.  Salvia opens her life to the hummer who just barely enters, a bit of a tease. Darting...
SSSummer SSSnakes

SSSummer SSSnakes

SSSummer SSSnakes (For full effect, read aloud.) The presence of snakes in a sylvan setting is a sure sign that summer has situated itself smack dab in the center of our north-sphere existence. Once we slip the solstice, our scaly snake associates celebrate the...
The Seasons Turn on Plowshares Farm

The Seasons Turn on Plowshares Farm

Thick moist air engulfed me as I stepped out of the house to take a morning ramble through the old woods with the dogs. On the cusp of seasonal turning, the woods had gone all-in, decked out in dark summer green. Hovering mosquitos and a persistent deerfly accompanied...
Shearing

Shearing

Shearing Glowing screens possess the world, distracting and disturbing, as two men meet in a simple barn to do a job that must be done. And in its course, it offers them a chance for friendly conversation. Sharing a proclivity for the commonplace activity that claims...