Poems & Other Lies
Good Morning
4/4/26 5:15 40F (4.4C) The birds are singing, the sky is clear. Only a few stars shine bright enough to prevail over the moonglow. I looked out the window and saw the moon waning gibbous drop behind the ridge. Scott spent the night in the tipi after...
Good Morning
4/3/26 5:45 35F (1.6C) Some clouds, a few stars, a chorus of birds against the distant drumming of orchard fans. Apparently, I missed the moonset. It must have dipped below the ridge just before I came out, leaving behind a sky glowing blue. It looks...
Good Morning
4/2/26 5:15 36F (2.2C) Scattered stars shine through broken clouds. The moon, just past full, is setting behind the oaks. An owl hoots down by the creek. I step into the hot tub and sit down before I realize it is cold. Not intolerably cold, but too cold...
Good Morning
4/1/26 6:30 40F (4.4C) Gray and damp. The moon is full behind the clouds. It's been raining; everything is wet. There is no wind. The birds are making various joyous noises. Walter is hanging out on the deck I hurt my shoulder yesterday and can hardly...
Good Morning
3/31/26 6:30 36F (2.2C) Calm, cloudy. A light mist is falling from my eyes. Uncle Blasto has left the building. Ed died last night. I have lost my brother from another mother. Still, the birds are singing this morning. A breeze is picking up and the rain...
Good Morning
3/30/26 6:00 44F (4.4C) Cool, and calm. Cloudy. The predawn is clearly illuminated by a diffuse, blue-gray light. There is no wind. There is no rain, but the air feels damp. Crows call from the dark trees down by the creek. Walter sleeps on the deck as...
Good Morning
3/29/26 5:30 40F (4.4C) Cloudy and calm. It was quiet until the dog across the road started yapping. That set Walter off, which irritated the rooster. Once he had asserted his authority, Walter settled down and the rooster went back to sleep. A night...
Good Morning
3/28/26 5:45 37F (2.7C) Partially clear, no wind and no frost. Less noise and fewer stars than yesterday. ...
Good Morning
3/27/26 5:15 30F (-1C) The orchard fans are roaring, the night is black. Frost coats the earth. Overhead a Carl Sagan sky stretches to infinity, filled with stars. How many? Billions and billions. ...
Lodgepoles
Lodgepoles leaning on an oak one, more recently peeled, stands waiting bright and yellow against weathered, silver wood.
