I’m sitting here with sunlight streaming in, dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and sweating like a pulpwood worker.
An so we come to another turning of the year — a brief moment of light in the gathering dark.
The high school in Needham, MA has decided not to publish their Honor Roll in the newspaper any longer.
I caught a performance of Celtic Woman: a New Journey on PBS Sunday night.
An oak tree, now fallen
A feast for beetles, ants, and grubs.
Black heart exposed, rotted, empty.
Roots hang useless, their Judas work done.
A boulder sits silent, watching
Ancient grey head with furry green hair
It feels rain, sun, wind, fire,