Much Needed Rain

As the day commences and the gray skies roll in, on this mid September day, I have thoughtless nothingness rolling through my mind. A vague recollection of a sweet dream, brought on by night fall's misty stars.  I try to wrap my mind around the blissful moment, but reality pushes out groggy sleep, to move [...]

March is Still

In the forest, wooden trunks, and structures stark in sunlight, stand tall in their multitude. Sentinels ready to file into Spring, without snow. Inside, the cawing of crows, outside. The ticking of the clock, on the mantel. Shapes of sound, poured into silence of time and space. Lush earthy aroma of cinders in the chimney [...]

The Beauty of Imperfection

In my youth, I made this calligraphy, "Dust of Snow".  My mom guided me in the process. Her love for the poetry of Robert Frost naturally influenced my choice of words. Having saved the original, she handed it over to me later in life.  I cherish it for posterity. Beautiful in all its imperfection, it [...]

“I cannot not sail”

While the grogginess of waking comes over me, on this gray rainy morning in early October, an autumnal mood hangs in the atmosphere. Yesterday, we were forewarned of the coming of Joaquín. Beware! A huge hurricane was riding the waves of the sea!  Relieved, we were spared from another big one. With the season in [...]

If you come back someday.

The day is waiting!  Dawn passed before I awoke, and the sun is getting too bright for comfort.  Alas, one mustn't begrudge the sunshine, though there is nothing like a rainy day to set thoughts in motion. Having awakened with a clean slate, alongside one of many chores, and things to do, I ask, "Which [...]

First Day of Spring

On the first day of spring, another wintry day. Yesterday in the afternoon, and into the evening, too, a soft dusting, covered the land, and all the trees, through. The deep green hemlocks, blanketed in delicate snow. Winter wants not, to go away. TiffanyCreek  

Carpe Diem & the Lion

Carpe Diem & the Lion

When there's nothing else to talk about, there's always the weather.  Weather is the essence of nature, and a metaphor for human behavior, not to mention how much it can influence our mood and outlook. Today is no exception. The morning was beautiful, as I drove to work.  There was a light fog, the sun, [...]

“Brittle”

What brittle has fallen from tree to ground? Sprigs in a white snowy sea as Shadowy limbs face northeast. Branches flounder and drift northwest. Treading and losing breath Wind spent and shipwrecked twigs, creaking and breaking Submerging and reemerging, gasping for air Like dolphins in a ghostly powdery wave where no one goes. By Georgianna [...]