Violent sky

“I never knew daylight could be so violent.” ~ Florence and the Machine, “No Light, No Light.”

Follow the leader

On a cloudless day, Under an unlimited ceiling, A skein flew in perfect formation Strafing the shorebirds with taunts From their lofty height, Flaunting their superior aerial agility

Into the mist

The New Year is like a misty, foggy day at the beach. You can see what’s right before you, and barely discern what’s coming in the near future, but what’s way out there is lost in the hazy unknown. As you push ahead, cautiously moving forward, step-by-step, it comes into focus and isn’t so daunting.

The pathless woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.” ~ Lord Byron


Stretched out on the cool grass, arms pillowed behind my head, I watch the clouds dancing by, imagining those two are us. Our feet moving together in time to our song, waltzing silently over the surface of the water. I can feel your fingertips pressing gently into the small of my back, guiding me in…

Into that good night

Last Sunday night, after returning from a week-long trip to visit the grans at Thanksgiving, we were happily welcomed home by our pets – dogs, Hershey and Asta, and our little manx calico, Pollo. While I unpacked, Pollo paced up and down the hallway. At one point I thought she had brought me one of…