Category Archives: nature

Water & Time

  Moss Brook has seen so much over the decades. Moss Brook begins at Black Swamp, splashed through the forest to join Miller River for twelve miles, where they tumble into the Connecticut River. When I was younger, I imagined … Continue reading

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April Commences

  April In the yard rivulets of water run through mud. I pick up the rake to drag mounds  of gravel back into deep tire  troughs. A warming sun shepherds in snowmelt and sap flow. Later, I look out the … Continue reading

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Winter Sounds

  Winter Sounds We’ve gotten used to sounds  deep in a winter night, a loud ping when the woodstove reaches some cooler temperature,  muffled tumbles of smoldering logs, the creak of pine floorboards  as if someone walked quietly. Downstairs the … Continue reading

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The Winter Garden

The last week brought much snow, so carrots and kale are buried. The mushroom logs have stopped bearing, but I have some dried mushrooms saved, and the end of the kale is in the refrigerator.  There’s a very happy inner … Continue reading

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November

November Tail end of autumn in-between time bare maple branches scattered dry leaves A young bear pushes his nose into heaped  litter poking through for acorns coyotes howl in late afternoon Scattered red berries dried purple grapes winter hasn’t emerged … Continue reading

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Thinning Veils Between the Worlds

Hallowed Night On Halloween the veil thins to make ready for visitors. I find the linen tablecloth,  place lit candles inside carved pumpkins, set a basket of green apples  from the gnarled tree that stands in front of the house. … Continue reading

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September Days

       The Apple Barn   He lived alone by the old apple barn after being released from confinement he was happy except  in the extreme heat  of the early autumn days when the bees would hoard all of … Continue reading

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Early July Warms

The Rose The rose reflects in the stag’s eye. Held close drops of blood fall onto crimson petals, mix in salty tears, onto the waiting one The stag raises his head, sniffs the air. Pine needles crackle under his weight. … Continue reading

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The Cusp of Summer

The sun finally warms us. Rain, fog, and clouds have served their purpose. Wildflowers have turned my lawn into meadow,  an abundance of daisies, iris, buttercups bloom, now that spring violets, lady slipper,  and starflowers have passed. Frogs call to each … Continue reading

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Into the Woods

Into the Woods Water wriggled down the dirt road, exposed stones under mud,  scrubbed away remnants of winter. Winter rose to the challenge,  tossed a best in class sleet storm down on us, followed by sun, obscured again by sleet.  Hidden under a pine with droopy … Continue reading

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