House in Bryan Woods
Driveway grooves into thicket, clearing, beyond first house now needing repair onto big house now overgrown by cedars rooted along …
Driveway grooves into thicket, clearing, beyond first house now needing repair onto big house now overgrown by cedars rooted along …
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under …
this is not quite the breeze that wound past us when we entered the woods off the dirt road and …
blue jay caws swell the faraway echo, drawing us near our sandy bluff — breezes wrap, spin us round, return …
I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen …
I heard the screen door slam in my head, not angry, just lazy — the workaday world suffocates in the …
Lantern swinging down path — I wonder if it is really there, if that is you, or just some accident …
open water, patches of sleet chunks, rolling skin, long stretches of ice sheets deluding us that underneath lies still — …
I always think it’s aspens here but maybe it’s cottonwoods you can’t really tell unless the seeds are falling and …
you would think as you walk along the forest ridge this time of year there could be nothing more wondrous …