Poems & Other Lies
Good Morning
12/11/25 6:00 58F (14.4C) Dry, blustery, dark. A warm wind soughs through the trees, not steady, but regular, like the huffing gasps of a man climbing a steep hill. Mid transit, high in the south, the half moon glows through a thin gauze of clouds. Over...
Good Morning
12/10/25 6:30 58F (14.4C) Wild, warm, and windy. The moon, waning towards half, is playing hide and seek in the clouds. It is blowing hard. Maple seeds spiral to the ground and the few remaining oak leaves are ripped from their branches. Warm wind...
Good Morning
12/9/25 5:45 48F (8.8C) Raining. The waning moon, three quarters full, shines dolly through the clouds above the lodge poles. It is a dark, sodden morning. ...
Good Morning
12/8/25 6:30 46F (7.7C) Faint breeze, overcast with intermittent rain. I was informed it was time to get up by the dog licking my elbow. Good morning, Walter. ...
Good Morning
12/7/25 6:45 45F (7.2C) Damp, gray, still. An owl calls from the darkness somewhere beyond the front yard. A solitary duck quacks, trailing off to a quiet mutter. A desultory rain is falling, tap tapping the dead leaves like a metronome keeping time in...
Good Morning
12/6/25 5:30 50F (10C) It is a warm moonlit morning with a fresh Chinook Wind blowing. I can almost taste the ocean in the breeze. I hear it coming through the firs on the ridge. Arriving, it gusts through the naked oaks and swirls the heaps of leaves at...
Good Morning
12/5/25 5:30 46F (7.7C) Raining, sometimes lightly, sometimes hard, but consistently wet. It is a gray morning, barely illuminated by a full moon hidden behind the clouds. I am sipping mint tea and watching headlights pass. Are my nieghbors sitting in...
Good Morning
12/4/25 6:30 34F (1.1C) There is a faint breeze. It is cool and cloudy. The moon is full but it cannot be seen. ...
Good Morning
12/3/25 6:00 34F (1.1C) A lavender mist is swirling around my face. ...
Good Morning
12/2/25 5:30 36F (2.2C) Calm, cold, relatively dry. The moon has gone to bed. It is a dark morning. Above me the broken clouds are flecked with stars. ...
