Sight, sound, touch, and scent.
Streambank in evening; I
drink more than water.
A bird alarm-calls.
Crouch with a robin in fear.
"All's clear!" It was me.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Oregon. Tryon Creek. Fall afternoon.
Quieting voices.
Wind gently loosens leaves' grasp.
Winter's question posed.
Oregon. Tryon Creek.
Morsel of a wren.
Brave defense of the stick pile.
Undisputed king.
Winter wren's chip note.
River stones knock together.
Watershed moment.
Solitary frog.
Semi-warm autumn sunbeams.
Last chance to ribbit.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Oregon. Tryon Creek State Park.
Two ravens fall up,
Against a traffic of leaves:
Inexorable.
Poplar trees make known
the exuberance of air,
obvious once seen.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Hawaii: Ka'u desert
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