What comes of words planted
from a poor harvest
but strong seed to root between
the cracks of rocks gathering
every bit of rain to fruit
again and again. Listen
to the defiant sound they make:
a crop of clashing cymbals
before they die and blow away
to a better place.
An iffy eternity at best,
but let them go, anyway.
With a leisurely, late start from Elko, we encountered a few midday showers Monday, crossing Nevada’s Great Basin between Carlin and Tonopah, making for some interesting high-speed photos with the point and shoot.
Under a dark cloud outside Eureka, a blurry foreground beneath a crisp Lone Mountain on the ‘Lonliest Road in America’ (US 50).
Hay headed to dry California.
We stopped for a bowl of soup at the refurbished and reopened Mizpah in Tonopah,
then headed into to the sunset towards Bishop.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged Drought, Great Basin, National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, Nevada, photographs, rain, Tonopah, weather
Purple Penstemon – May 5, 2011
After a week of celebrating,
song and poetry
sound the same.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs
Tagged Greasy Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, Purple Penstemon, wildflowers
Like scattered birds, they circle back
hovering, fragments of faces, bits
of song fluttering and floating before me,
moments searching for a place to roost
within memory. Some high and bold
on bare branches singing yet, singing
always, while others light behind
a rustling wall of leaves to build nests,
mate and incubate quietly within me.
Bird’s Eye Gilla – April 11, 2011
Sometimes mindless creatures
of habit in bloom,
never sure who’s got whom.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs
Tagged Bird's Eye Gilla, haiku, photographs, poetry, wildflowers
Blow Wives – April 6, 2013
Spreading seed on wider wings,
Dandelion
by any other name.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs
Tagged Blow Wives, Dry Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, wildflowers
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