Thursday, March 30, 2017

looking at my hand
I miss the life around me
The phone is a trap

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

spirits from on deep
they nibble ephemeral
ignoring my drifts

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Working in wood smoke
I hear a robin singing
making things sweeter

Monday, March 20, 2017

A gray streaking sky
Eagles circle above us
Greeting spring sunshine
Walking among rocks
I search water seams for trout
A king fisher flies