by Vernon Wade | Apr 6, 2022
Thick frost crusts the ground Overhead, countless stars are blinking All around me the orchard fans thunder
by Vernon Wade | Mar 20, 2022
It is a quiet morning so far, but soon it will wake. The birds will start to chatter, a rooster will crow and several more will answer. Somewhere up the canyon a dog will start a conversation which will last for hours and involve most of his neighbors. The frog chorus...
by Vernon Wade | Mar 20, 2022
There is a break in the rain. The moon is full behind the clouds. The owls are raising a ruckus. Roosters are crowing, frogs are croaking. There seems to be a lot going on for 430 in the morning.
by Vernon Wade | Mar 7, 2022
Two frogs argue in the dark. They intended to sleep until spring but woke before their alarm clock. Eagerly, the first frog croaks: “Get up! Get up! Get up!” “Too soon, Too soon,” grumps the other, through the lightly falling...
by Vernon Wade | Apr 15, 2021
Spreading maples throb with bees The air tastes like honey Everywhere, trees are blooming Here and there, beneath licentious conifers and cottonwoods dripping with pollen, a shy morel appears.