Colors We Have Wept

I stared long at the denuded  branches, glanced down and lost  count of the striking fire-gold leaves  in piles at my feet. This tree, bare,  bark-splitting, seems to have wept  all of its colors away on this first day  of November 2020 that stands calm  with streaks of titanium-white clouds  like brush marks above myContinue reading “Colors We Have Wept”

Extremes

We cleaned gutters yesterday — pulled pine and cypress needles from the long trays in anticipation  of a coming north-wind storm. It was 90 degrees, but this morning is projected to bring the first drops of ice and rain, following with inches of snow during the next few days.   Such fast change.  I feelContinue reading “Extremes”

Butterflies

“Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne These little creatures intrigue me, so delicate but also mighty, wings beating against wind so quickly. They dance when they encounter another one of their species, circling, Continue reading “Butterflies”