Mountain

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

Northland

“Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without … Continue reading Northland

Winter

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”                           … Continue reading Winter

Moose Basin

“In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should … Continue reading Moose Basin