Sunrise, January First, 2020

Sunrise, January First, 2020

The rain has paused, but the gusty wind continues to blow water from the naked trees. Two maple seeds helicopter down to a hard splash-landing in the hot tub. Aside from the wind, it is quiet. Even the dogs and the rooster are sleeping in.  
Walking Through My Memories

Walking Through My Memories

At lunch, I usually take a walk, just to get away, out of the office. I often walk along the old pipeline above Indian Creek.   It’s a little different now than when I was a kid. The water is gone and the pipe has fallen into disrepair, but most of it is still...
Fall

Fall

plunging from the sky into the tall oaks, a star rattles to the ground    

Friday the 13th

Clouds hide the full moon, soaking up the light like a sponge In the corner, in the darkness, behind a low wall Two black cats fight, tooth and nail I cannot see them to throw a rock My shouts add to the clamor of their screeching In the early hours of this country...