Isn't it self explanatory?
The time of snow has come. This is now a waiting time. All my effort every day is going into the waiting. Or the holding still in the waiting. Or the being busy in the waiting. Or the restless flicking of fingers or searching the white white white for that one red-splash cardinal. Or the… Continue reading Time and the flying snow*
The internet's serving up photos of crocuses and daffodils. I hear tell of apple and pear blossoms, kids and lambs, and Easter egg hunts. Around here, spring seems reluctant. There's tell-tale mud, to be sure. But there's still snow. And nothing is blooming. When I look up into the trees, they look as quiet and… Continue reading Hidden spring
Bird at the Window Beyond is a brightness I am not equal to Yet what I see Turns into what I want, And to bring nothing but this body To pass through The one thing between Myself and what I crave, Almost done, the world a ruin Of leaves, winter at the throat, My song… Continue reading A brightness
Unless it is. Highly unusual. And cute. Watch this. While you play this. We're just here to make you smile. (Thanks, H!)
So This Is Nebraska The gravel road rides with a slow gallop over the fields, the telephone lines streaming behind, its billow of dust full of the sparks of redwing blackbirds. On either side, those dear old ladies, the loosening barns, their little windows dulled by cataracts of hay and cobwebs hide broken tractors under… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Crimson
The seeds in our bird feeder are sprouting.
