Fool for April
The sound of gulls, of raven, crow and nesting geese in their morning cloche… then silence. Silence like gravity holding the earth with the weight
The sound of gulls, of raven, crow and nesting geese in their morning cloche… then silence. Silence like gravity holding the earth with the weight
Early morning under clear skies, I load our trash and a few tools onto the Mail Boat and ride the channel with the pilot and
The tree that grew on the hills above Jerusalem was cousin to the juniper growing here on this rock shelf above the Salish Sea. Stately
I sit quite still becoming like the trees in deep-rooted silence. There is an old song in the hushed music of the earth, of ancient
I count the days under cloud filled skies as the long arms of winter slowly recede. My hope like raindrops falling to the wet ground,