Blowin' In

I too am distracted by the rain as it falls on the birds, on the trees, and the fleeting violet of the mysterious lilac bloom. My thoughts are formless and lack the purpose of the cowbirds or the red-beauty of the cardinals. Perhaps all I need today is ...

A Tale for Samhain The fields of Rock Strand were awash with shades of violet during the early days of September. Towering fronds of wild...

I thought that I could lay in this meadow watching the summer sky shift from yellow to blue to grey and my words would return. Just this morning, I stood in a state of wonder. Monarchs intersected my path toward the garden. My spaniel bounced about chasing bunnies from the clover and digging for toads beneath the woodpile. Perhaps, I thought, life could be this simple.

The landforms rise in stunning, grass covered peaks. The birds cry and fish for their supper.