Storm Clouds
This year, summer days are elusive. Like fiddleheads, wild strawberries, and morel mushrooms, we must gather them where and when we find them, and keep …
Open Sky
The clouds open up, showing a blue that is always so hard to remember. This blue is like a door or a window to another …
Views
I wonder sometimes if it is primal, instinctive, and mythic, or if I have merely learned somehow to feel a certain ache when gazing at …
Gone
A pair of finches swoop and dive against a backdrop of eternal blue, playing a game of sky tag along the centreline as if …
Feather
A hawk’s feather lies along the path. I stop to examine it, look carefully around to see if there are any others hidden among the …
Beach Glass
I’m not sure why we’ve come to treasure these broken bits of discarded bottle coughed up by the tide. Perhaps it is because the sea …
Snow House
Though we walked by this spot a hundred times in the summer, I never noticed the nest. I never heard the music of the …
Winter Coat
The ears twitch, and I catch the movement out of the corner of my eye. I have to look a long time before I …
Beach Treasure
I usually know, even before we arrive, whether I will find something in the sand—a special rock, a sand dollar, a mermaid’s tear. Truly, it …
Window II
Outside, the wind drags the temperature down to –30. A William Morris wallpaper has appeared on a corner of the frosted glass. This small scrap …