“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by … Continue reading Haunted by Waters
“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love – that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the … Continue reading Successive Autumns
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity…” -John Muir Continue reading Going Home
“No, I’ve gone through this a million times, beauty is not a hoax – how many days have I learned not to stare at the back of my hand when I could look out at the creek? Come on, I say to the creek, surprise me; and it does, with each new drop. Beauty is … Continue reading Surprise Me, and It Does!
Below the photograph is a poem that I wrote recently. I have struggled to put a title on the poem because I have not found one that aptly fits the image and idea I am trying to convey. I have titled it “The Mountain” because I cannot think of anything more appropriate for the poem … Continue reading Mountain