Sometimes it Hurts to Grow
It’s taken me this long to notice how spring begins to fill herself in like fall in reverse. Splotchy brown leaves mix together with...
Wanting More
I'm not ready for the rousing exuberance of spring I’m still craving fistfuls of darkness and flavors of silence I’m wanting to winter...
More than a Moment
I heard a heavy swoosh from above and watched as a barred owl flapped its pterodactyl wings with intimidating grace and low-lying speed....
As the Nights Grow Long
There’s a quiet velvety hush this time of year when nights speak in deepening, darkening shades of silence and my body instinctively...
Written in Motion
At the start of each spring, I’m reminded of all I forgot. How she keeps her promise to return all glowing green speaking the language of...
Language of Enchantment
The fairy fog hovered like a low-lying spell stretching out and gliding towards. She covered all she touched in whispering shades of...
Night Bathing
Right outside my window a rain of birdsong rushes in - chickadees chatting, warblers whistling, blue jays commanding and robins...
Coyotes
I was walking down the stairs late last night when a coyote, shrouded in leafy shadows, punctured the nighttime quietude with a single,...
Belonging
Up above the loose lilac light slips through the silver-stretched clouds slumbering across the day’s dimming sky. And here down below I...
Vocation
I just want to play unburdened and unbothered in this grassy meadow of wild being. Holding half formed words up toward the light and...
