tom bombadil and •
the daughter of the river •
all the love needed. Continue reading →
What if the last song you heard before you passed o’er was the chicken dance?
spring slipping out •
of the shadow of winter •
in spring’s shadow hid Continue reading →
An April commute •
A black and white flash and dip •
Ancient woodpecker. Continue reading →
The fiery moment leaping upward flies •
to where the air arches, shining with life •
and beyond life and time to creation, •
circles back and around again, again. Continue reading →
Don’t live down to expectations. Go out there and do something remarkable.
