The Tea Pot

The Tea Pot

It is a quiet morning, the light still dim. Everything seems calm and muted, even the birdsong heard through the open window. I turn on the light over the stove and set the kettle on for tea. We had a very elegant stainless steel art deco kettle, but the bottom warped...
Morning Dilemma

Morning Dilemma

Submerged in the darkness I struggle to distinguish the sound of water tumbling down the creek from the rushing tires of an approaching car Timing my naked leap from the hot tub so as not to offend the...
Coyote Concert

Coyote Concert

Coyotes howling songs of freedom from the star-lit stage above Willow Flat Agitate farm dogs up and down the road And drive the inmates of the kennel To a frenzy
Sunday Morning In January

Sunday Morning In January

Predawn freezing fog blankets the canyon. My rooster is arguing religion with the neighbor’s bird. Occasionally some cock down the road will offer his ill considered opinion, only to be sternly rebuffed by an owl who has been struggling to remain aloof from the...
Moonlit Snowfield

Moonlit Snowfield

Receding snow covers the ground like a dirty blanket, crusty and stained, flecked with debris. But the moon bathes it clean, transforming it into a glowing blue sheet stretching across the open fields from treeline to treeline. In the distance a lone coyote’s...