Someone started a fire in my backyard. It wasn’t obvious at first. It smoldered out of sight among the roots. It burned away the flowers’ vitality. It left in its wake the brittle brown shadows of plants. It climbed slowly, … Continue reading Fire
Empty, broken walnuts scattered on the bench outside my door one Spring morning attested to the diligent squirrel who had perched on the unpainted wood and gnawed at the thick-walled seed. Successful, the squirrel had departed unseen for other caches, … Continue reading Walnut
In the calm, crisp, post-first snowfall air of a rose-tinted autumn evening, after the day’s sun has melted most of the snow away, the river’s surface is so still when reflecting the trees’ bronze-patinaed foliage you’d almost think it was … Continue reading Glass
