Thursday, February 9, 2012

february 9th

Solid hand hewn beams give way to time and elements and neglect.
Woods replaced by farms replaced by suburbs,
hunting folk by farm folk by town folk.

Above it all the moon cycles without pause
from the very beginning until the very end.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

february 7th

Beneath open blues and on empty browns,
with a stick as weapon and imagination as his script
he makes his way into adventure
and returns with outside in his eyes
and the wind on his cheeks.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

february 1st

Yesterday our thermometer peaked at 10 degrees. The previous day's snow quickly turned into slush and water and seeped into the soil and flowed towards ditches. Balmy weather brings everyone outside to inhale deeply and to dream of the season of renewal.


Hope springs green.