Tag: Love

Fall’s Reach

Catching fall in the act. More Images here. Advertisements

Leaf Finder General

She rakes leaves as if she’s in a battle with fall With those pranksters of maple, oak, alder, and all Who best be off elsewhere, staying clear from her home Or sticking fast by autumn’s mist to the garden gnome Better not sneak under…

Beach Memories

Memories from the Ancient Vacation My crown was made of construction paper, adorned with crayon-drawn jewels. A gift that was handed down from generations past (starting with my big sister). Ribbon kelp, broken sand dollars, seagull feathers, were my minions. The waves marked the…

Early Exit

Some leaves make an early exit.                                                       They wait for rain. More photos here.    

Back Burner

Click on image to enlarge.  The last little glimpse of a bull kelp.  Check out more images here.

Emily Dickinson’s Refrigerator

‘Twas the vinegar that tippeth Toward the leftover quiche Oh, lonely empty bottle, recycler boon When sun meets to kiss moon— And mustard, your yellows bold A bit old, but still at play— Mummified lime, plastic lined Awaits blessed water of the fizzy kind—…

Soundness

He’s moving to a song he knows and it’s a song we’ve heard before but can’t place. As he moves, the sweat, sores, and scratches stay in place. What’s inside him is externalized. He doesn’t care about our inner secrets, our inner fears, our…

Rampant Dust

We’re rampant dust with sunlight between our fingers.   Check out more images here.    

Ghost Story For The Wilderness Impaired

She’s a ghost. I know that. She brushes her fingers along my shoulders and I will look up to find her playing among the trees, pretending to be the wind. She’ll drop a pinecone or a small branch as a reminder. Then, off she…

Ghost Fence

Ghost Fence (Click to enlarge image) Check the gallery out here.  

Searing Times

I wish I could dance in this wind. But its heat wilts me, keeps a dull, slight fever about my skin. I feel it drags everything into a blur, the flora, the fauna, the restless water, the dry grass. There’s so many separate lawns…

The View

If I hike alone, I can only tell you what you missed. If we hike together, we’ll see the view.   Here, the wind whips beachgrass, stinging our legs through cotton jeans, a grass that rattles its voice, a scolding, chaotic rustle. Our bare…

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