The Lumberjack Trail to Beechwood
Filtered light through hardwoods, The humming of late afternoon in Autumn, Wind stirs the branches of the bowing beech And I ponder this burning aspiration to capture the moment of [...]
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08, 2020
4
07, 2007
Death of a Butterfly
To watch the golden swallowtail die In the mid-afternoon heat: An ardent sadness, Calm, collected and resolute. A slow fade of color, A trickle of languid sorrow, Dismal, drooping antennae [...]
27
04, 2007
Crawling Along the Stegosaur’s Back
A Poem From My Times on Channel Islands National Park Crawling along the stegosaur's back, With aromatic sage mopping up my jeans, Boots wet from morning [...]
