Vernon Wade is a poet, author and freelancer. He has been published in The Gorge Literary Journal, Dualsport Rider Magazine, Hack’d Magazine, The Sidecarist, ROB Magazine and The Hood River News.
The world fills him with wonder. When he looks at the sky he is lifted into flights of fancy, when he stares at the earth he is drawn beneath its surface. He is delighted to find the macrocosm and the microcosm equally mesmerizing.
7/15/25 6:00 54f (12.2c) The moon, no longer full, floats behind a birch. The sky is featureless and blue. A lone sprayer lumbers through the trees somewhere up on Swyers Drive, its progress marked by noise, roaring as it approaches, fading to a whine when it retreats back up the rows. Walter is chatting with a neighbor’s dog. I sip my tea and wait for the sun to rise.
A robin just buzzed me – so low his left wingtip brushed my hair. I felt the breeze stirred by his flight.
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