January Green
The Year of No Summer slides into The Year of No Winter. Such off-kilter seasons are forgiving: today I raked the sodden oak leaves from …
Beach in Winter
Cold weather changes this place: wind bites; sand becomes rock; shells become fossils; waves leave the thinnest layer of ice all along the shore, like …
Icicle
They grow like reverse weeds, tiny and fragile and only a little bit cold. They’ll feed on snow, transformed by cold nights and sunny days …
Microcosm
A forest on a mountaintop, sheer cliffs of dizzying heights set in a sea of brown and curling waves. We can hardly see the stars …
November Rose
It bloomed in October, and lasted until today’s torrential rain. It stood on the lawn like a kind of sentinel, watching as we walked, distractedly, …
Old Shoe
Another artefact, cracked and moss-covered, lies damply beside the brook. There is a iron-mine of rusting garbage in this spot, along with still-recognizable household items …
Before the Fall
They aren’t wild apples; once, this was a field or an orchard, and a human hand planted this tree. Now, alders and hawthorn grow up …
Vigil
As if we could call her back with candles. As if the flickering light could guide her home. As if she could be found, safe, …
Old Shipyard
The line of posts along an empty expanse of beach is all that remains. Infused with a century of seawater, covered in mops of rockweed, …
First Snow
Every time we look out the window, something different: rain, wind, sleet, rain, hail, rain, hail, houses with wet basements, and there it is, snow. …