shoveling wind-whipped snow, yet still, from the apple tree, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
From here to Idaho vast empty white miles of snow— my coffee, black.
Spring will come; knowing this grows hope in winter, A grass under these thin drifts. Always spring has come with Her solace, Her winged sky her chick-a-dee in the willow. But comes a Spring with famine gathered in the gray skirts of this thin snow– Comes round at last, Her dark birds gyring a desert … Continue reading What Shape is This?
She prays: “the rainbow— It's the full promise of god!” He sniffs the wet earth. In response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt word: petrichor. And the Word of the Day Challenge kin .
Late. Aspen leaves rustle shake glints of harvest moon— GeWongk of geese fades south. In response to the Ragtag Community WoD: panoply
“It’s the only way,” Evan said. He scanned the steep ice filled chutes and the long steep ridge. “Obviously. But where does it go?” Dorothy had a lot of things she had to be thinking of. Not the least of which was the seed she carried. “Seed of a new mankind,” the old shaman had … Continue reading They Begin the Descent into the Ufflands
The other day El Nosibor was moved to walk a mile. A walk of a mile would do his aching lungs good, it would build character in his 70 year old soul, it would build heart muscle, leg muscle. It would pump much needed oxygen to the muscle with which he makes up his stories. … Continue reading Report from the Mountains
wind-play bows whole groves, but today, just one grass stem dips— zephyr? grasshopper?
Putting a price on carbon could help low- and middle-income countries alleviate poverty and improve their citizens’ lives, a team of German researchers reported July 16 in Nature Sustainability. The researchers gathered data on how much it would cost to fully implement the United Nations’ Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs) in 68 different countries. The SDGs… I … Continue reading How a carbon tax could fight poverty and climate change at the same time — Anthropocene
Under an empty sky and blank rock, a thousand little fragments trudge along a plank path to appreciate what is hidden. Are there billy goat trolls hidden under this bridge to beyond? Something always is hidden beneath or beyond belief. Under the hollow path is nothing but shadow and the clomp of a thousand fragments … Continue reading On the Trail to Hidden Lake from Logan Pass Visitor’s Center