Fable of the Eternal Round

What Winter said was so flagrant in its wrongness that Willow leaned away and gave a polite but windy cough. Clover crumpled up her bright face and green hands and turned rusty brown. Grass, like Willow, leaned away. Sheep huddled against the awful wind, turned their fleecy bums and ducked their heads and scurried off … Continue reading Fable of the Eternal Round →

First Snow: Haiku

Snowing. Grass stems bow the only sounds: hissing wind And last summer’s chime

Late. Aspen leaves rustle shake glints of harvest moon— GeWongk of geese fades south. In response to the Ragtag Community WoD: panoply

In Summer Expectancy

This May rain :: dull sheen on stone, chill wind-shook-leaves— apple blossom buds. Responding to the day and the prompt: Premature

Don’t Ask When Winter Ends. Nature Has Its Own Wake-up Astonishments

May:: snow sifts down on green grass—water in gutters, Then rain:: thunder! Astonish