Community

Chorus of peepers Forms a backdrop for the chant Of a lone bullfrog

Old Fish

Old hands, new tricks . . .

matter or mystery

are we held together by whim, purpose, design, or something else entirely?

Barrel

They burned the witches To see if their blood runs blue Ashes fed the field

Crosscountry

"Proceed with caution" Whisper your soles from the path "Icewalking's a feat"

Birdwatcher

Birds come and go. Chickadees with their wings in motion Flutter from branch to branch between trees, Their movement quick and upward While the cardinal streaks red hot Linear across the horizon landing: He sits content on his perch. Birds come and go. Sparrows hop zig zag in the snow Their tracks leaving delicate imprints...

Wander

Off the beaten path A magical pool shimmers Your heart knows the way

January

January's Sun Slips in between trees painting Peaches on the snow

Snow Island

Marooned on Snow Isle Adventure is a ride down Packed in the truck bed

Sunshine

Here is my sunshine Warming the snow laden ground A beacon, a hope