Beavers or Trees
Overnight, a small pond has been transformed into a large one. Trees stand knee-deep in water, unable to wade to higher ground. This slow drowning …
Swallows
For many years I have mourned the loss of swallows from farmyards; but this night, no barns in sight, the hundreds and thousands of flickering …
Moon Over Water
The full moon slipped in the sky. Not all at once, but in a series of small dips, as if the pins holding it up …
High Tide Line
Two thousand years ago, give or take a few hundred years, Seleucus of Seleucia in Mesopotamia and Wang Chong in China concluded separately that the …
Fire
There is something unnerving about having a fire outdoors, watching the dusk turn to dark, watching the sparks fly up and kiss the emerging stars, …
Waders II
The boys run through the shallow water like piping plovers. Their calls carry across the beach: “Look! A crab! A jellyfish! A minnow!” They run …
Waders
The plovers lift their wings on the beach and dash across the sand into the shallow water, laughing like carefree children. Once there, they …
Storm Clouds
This year, summer days are elusive. Like fiddleheads, wild strawberries, and morel mushrooms, we must gather them where and when we find them, and keep …
Open Sky
The clouds open up, showing a blue that is always so hard to remember. This blue is like a door or a window to another …
Views
I wonder sometimes if it is primal, instinctive, and mythic, or if I have merely learned somehow to feel a certain ache when gazing at …