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 […]
March is a Time of Passage, Not a Season
Joy in the Week of Bees and Wind
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! […]
This is Not Our Planet
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 […]
Walk With the Earth, Then Fly
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 […]
Pussy Willows and Land for All
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 […]
Merry Christmas
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 […]
