A Season

“Once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold, found some limit beyond the waterfall, a season changes and we come back changed but safe, quiet, grateful.” — William Stafford In the golden season, the grappling-gray of our waiting winter must soon begin. And we will refuse the bitter  gall that rises when spring leavesContinue reading “A Season”

Outside My Window

A blur of fenceposts and wildflowers,  miles of mesquite and blooming cactus, fields in every hue of grass — lime, forrest, and deepening into a far blue-green sea, a hill rolling like a wave into the cloud-lined horizon, and while I look forward to arriving at our weekend  destination, I find such a distilled peaceContinue reading “Outside My Window”