Three-and-a-Half Hours
As I wrote, I followed the moon Across the black sky Outside my window From left, to right, Until it disappeared Beyond the frame. Nearly full moon above the Wyoming horizon. Continue reading Three-and-a-Half Hours
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Mountain Bluebells
My roots are anchored In the rocky soil. My leaves curve upward, Wide and shivering. My petals are blue, And though they seem to droop I am not wilted, But the peel of my bells Has run away with the … Continue reading Mountain Bluebells
Undergrad Memories
I have recently seen references to finals all over Twitter and other social media. It is that time of year, but one I became significantly distanced from in my later years of grad school. When your only credit hours are … Continue reading Undergrad Memories
Bumblebee
The bumblebee Single-mindedly Tended my flowers Frenetically For hours Scurrying here Then there Eager, focused, clumsy His butt was fuzzy His body chonky Adorable, surprisingly But if I reached out To cuddle or squeeze The illusion would end I watch … Continue reading Bumblebee
Wyoming Wind
The wind in Wyoming can be brutal. To elaborate, last week my post was about a warm, lazy afternoon I spent on my couch reading with the windows open. The day that inspired that brief post was April 3rd. The … Continue reading Wyoming Wind
Relaxed
Lifted blinds An open window Clear sky Light breeze Bright sun An orchid sways Slanted rays warm the couch Children squeal A dog barks Dune buggies rumble by Continue reading Relaxed
Bear Spray: I Did a Super Dumb
There are times when I am reminded that my book smarts do not translate into common sense. These times have gotten fewer and farther between as I’ve gotten older and either learned from my bumbles or picked up on how … Continue reading Bear Spray: I Did a Super Dumb
Empty Nest
I saw a nest at eye level in the juncture of a scrawny tree that stood alone on the bank of a stream. Lovingly made of grass and twigs and mud, its solid foundation where four thin branches diverged was … Continue reading Empty Nest
End
A forest at sunset. Time is nearly reset. Reality blurs. The inevitable occurs. The last thing I know Is the sun’s orange halo Pushing through the trees, And the only one who sees Is me. Continue reading End
Forward
The trail marches on And so will I. How else do you expect me To touch the sky? Continue reading Forward
Staring Out A Window 