This is at the OOM Conservation area. No going any further than the parking lot because it was nasty. I stayed in the car comfy with my tea and paints and watching the weather whizz by.
I think the wind and sleet got to me last night and this morning. Ready for spring, mother nature. C’mon, you can do it! This morning, amidst wind and sleet appeared a flock huddled and clinging, impaled on branches, dislodged … Continue reading →
Last night a few days after the last seen flurry, a scent of, daring, spring. Just past the last hill home where the shoulder is a stream now dopplerized frogs in a night of crossing roads of crossing seasons no … Continue reading →
At the Poetry Reading (after Billy Collins) Listening to his poems and to the audience laughing and giving that singular sound of recognition, I wanted someone to read my poems so I could hear that inhalation. After, he took questions. … Continue reading →
Yes it was snowing again this morning. The front yard fills up with the early arrivals grounded, bedraggled, doubting themselves, hoping for better. They get more sunflower seeds instead. They scuffle nonchalantly in the April snow, all beaks toward May.
There are only two ways to look at life: either everything is a miracle or nothing is a miracle.
