Deer Tracks
The snow tells stories of the living woods and all the animals that travel here. The well-trodden paths that in summer are discernible only to …
Window
Underneath the snow, the ice is as clear and as smooth as glass. Crouching beside the track, I look through winter backwards to last …
Perpetual Grey
It seems the days are perpetually overcast, the rain always just beginning or just ending. There is a constancy in the supply of fresh mud …
Darkling
On overcast days, the dark comes especially early. The woods are too-quiet; the songbirds have flown. The white pine branches are still and cold, with …
Underneath
In the early morning there was almost-ice. Now, the maple leaves float across the pond, the blue sky and dark branches reflected on the surface …
Hunting Season
I have always wondered why hunters wear blazing orange for safety in the autumn woods. They walk like dryads through the forest, the leaves/their sleeves …
Yawning…
The woods are at a mid-way point in their transition from summer to winter. Half the leaves are still on the trees, blazing colour; the …
Heron at Dusk
I would not even call it patience. She walks knee-deep in the still water, parallel to the shoreline. The tide rests in that still place …
Egg Stone
It’s a strange beach. The irregular-shaped grey rocks are studded with occasional smooth circles of pink granite, bigger than I can lift. Everything I know …
Soup
Almost everything in the soup comes from the garden: tomatoes, onions, green and purple basil, oregano, lemon thyme, and Italian parsley. Thrown in the pot …