this tessellated silhouette of upward winding branchesa growth at Center stage, sprung up in all advantagewashed in lambent seasons by a gentle patron Suna testimonial solo to what solar thread has spunas well a Lofted stage for choral migratory birdswhose verses sound the theatre with each untranslated wordas meanings left to echo, left to echo … Continue reading In February’s Yard
Tag: nature
Seagulls
Seagulls in St. Albans Bay (special thanks to the wind that held them in place)
Fish and Wildlife Launch Near Killcare
“Two Poems on the Full Moon”, & the Border Sky
In gazing even upward,I saw a cloud-sprent autumn skyPerforated nearly By the waxing lunar eye;A rainbow wrought in cirrus, Rounding perfectly and still.One hallowed image crafted Just to, momentary, lie.And in that vap'rous sheercloth,Like a veil upon the night,I sought to find some meaningIn an arc of prismed light.But soon the wind had carried allAnd … Continue reading “Two Poems on the Full Moon”, & the Border Sky
Random Pictures
A few of my favorites that I've taken in the last year, to establish some photographs for this site.
Eulogy for an Alder
A humble sapling, spry and meekAt the crest of the hill had sproutedAgainst the wall of our crumbling barnWhere my father’s instructions were flouted.Barely waist high in my fourteenth yearThat little tree could measureAnd in mercy I left it to grow as it wouldAnd to watch me whack weeds at its leisureSeasons would pass since … Continue reading Eulogy for an Alder
Quarantine in Newark
"Pnin walked slowly under the solemn pines. The sky was dying. He did not believe in an autocratic God. He did believe, dimly, in a democracy of ghosts. The souls of the dead, perhaps, formed committees, and these, in continuous session, attended to the destinies of the quick."Vladimir Nabokov, "Pnin" (1957) Why is it that … Continue reading Quarantine in Newark
On Sterling Pond
"Neither had my secret thought conceived the snowflake, nor in all my music was contained the falling of the rain."J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Silmarillion" (1977) One ridge of phosphorescent glass, electric with sunlight. At another angle the breeze-raked surface applauds, dappled with buoyant reflective motes; sparks struck off the forge of creation, an alloyed sheen like … Continue reading On Sterling Pond
On I-89
Moonlit crests of gentle mountains And soft porch lights in glens below A nestled warmth within me fountains As I greet this land, the home I know This is the joy, the quiet rapture Of drawing close, of being near A bone-deep love none else can capture Which keeps me ever turning here From snow … Continue reading On I-89
AABCCB Day II: Little Lord River (WIP)
From lofty snows, a trickle flows The melt of shimmering ices Which, warmed by sun, begins to run And drip down rock crevices In mountains pool, this glacial drool Awaits for furthering growing Rivulets surge and cross and merge And soon a stream is going Behold the sight; from on the height The myriad creeks … Continue reading AABCCB Day II: Little Lord River (WIP)
Hermit Thrush 