
Here is the local crowd in the pussy willow down the road at 2 pm yesterday. Bees, wild and domestic. Big honey bees, small solitary bees, and even a fly or two. […]
Here is the local crowd in the pussy willow down the road at 2 pm yesterday. Bees, wild and domestic. Big honey bees, small solitary bees, and even a fly or two. […]
March is neither winter nor spring. Its weather is not its own. Anything can happen this month, and usually does. It’s best to call it an empty space that other seasons pass […]
When the wind is a bee. Filbert catkins, waiting for the wind. When a bee is the wind. Well, a wasp, but what a tiny beauty with her fur stole! […]
Imagine if this pussy willow… … was your world … …and not just yours … … but a world of many creatures … … namely a wasp… … and a different wasp […]
I made a comment yesterday, that it would be a moment of great disrespect to write a poem about a moment of beauty in the spring. Back in the 1980s, we were […]
Welcome to the road ditch: a prime spring habitat. First, to an Okanagan Indian Band ditch… Pussy Willow Preparing to Bloom Imagine the sound of cars roaring past behind your back, and […]
I hope that your journeys through this past year have brought you the blessings of earth, water, air, and sun, and I send you my wish that they will lead to future […]