Vigil
As if we could call her back with candles. As if the flickering light could guide her home. As if she could be found, safe, …
Old Shipyard
The line of posts along an empty expanse of beach is all that remains. Infused with a century of seawater, covered in mops of rockweed, …
First Snow
Every time we look out the window, something different: rain, wind, sleet, rain, hail, rain, hail, houses with wet basements, and there it is, snow. …
Out of Season
There’s something about finding a single wild strawberry in autumn, ripe for eating. It’s a late bloomer, a tortoise, a valiant effort, a Rocky, an …
Stone Tree
The tree is as huge as a Greek column in the Doric style. Buried for three hundred million years, it emerges from the cliff …
Revealed
The path is so overgrown that I have to cut my way through with long-handled pruning shears. When I look up, an abandoned nest is …
Beavers or Trees
Overnight, a small pond has been transformed into a large one. Trees stand knee-deep in water, unable to wade to higher ground. This slow drowning …
Swallows
For many years I have mourned the loss of swallows from farmyards; but this night, no barns in sight, the hundreds and thousands of flickering …
Moon Over Water
The full moon slipped in the sky. Not all at once, but in a series of small dips, as if the pins holding it up …
High Tide Line
Two thousand years ago, give or take a few hundred years, Seleucus of Seleucia in Mesopotamia and Wang Chong in China concluded separately that the …