She lies beside the trail,one arm draped in verdant curls of fern, the otherangled beneath her, fingers sinkingslowly into the yearning earth. Once, she stood sturdy and stable,spine unbent, shoulders broad,her voice a rustling hushagainst the wind’s insistent weight. Now, her ribs split open,moss thick on her skin,her breath a damp exhale of spores.Beetles makeContinue reading “The Nurse Log”
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Winter, Arriving
Snow clings to the tippy-tops of evergreens,high on Cypress Island, where winter holds fastin silent grasp. The slate-grey waves of Bellingham Channelcurl, then collapse, resigned to frost-veined cold. At my temples, a dusting of grey—Winter’s scouts arrive, their breath on the air,its shadow drawing near. The crows have been idle,lurking at the corners of myContinue reading “Winter, Arriving”
Quiet Gifts of Winter
Some trudge through winter, step by sloppy step,muttering grievances under their breath:“It’s cold. It’s dark. It’s wet,” they say—as if the sky owes them blue. Yet this season holds its quiet gifts,a softened hush, a space between.Sometimes the surprise of nature’s artful arcsits like a secret, a gentle placeto impart calm, perhaps some peace,bequeathed toContinue reading “Quiet Gifts of Winter”