Tag: peace

last evening in May

the last evening in May and the dogs are still, stretched beside the window as still as the trees whose wind momentarily has no urge to prove itself the light nearly gone, still there is a lone hummingbird in the plum and two house finches … Continue reading last evening in May



these things have collected me - endless books, unworn shoes, pots I split my self between them - fingers holding open pages, a close eye kept on the pot one day I'll evict them though maybe not quite all - save perhaps a favorite but … Continue reading cluttered

like the lake

like the lake, I am much less talkative than say the creek cantering east, teasing the low-hanging ferns to trembling we lakes embrace rather than chase, swallow whole those stones that settle to long years of mute stillness we are content with the stir and … Continue reading like the lake