Category Archives: Photographs

EARLY ON

Once they get their legs to travel
and explore apart from mother,
left at the babysitter’s with fresh

calf licked clean asleep, they center
at the water trough waiting for the udder
off grazing to return. Every morning’s

‘buck and run’, opposing blind sprints
before they learn how to stop
only to circle back to where they began.

Always the stealer, head marked with manure,
waiting for the young cow’s calf to suck
before approaching from the rear—

a dance of patience and insistence
in a great green ballroom that becomes them—
it takes a herd to raise a calf.

ALONG FOR THE RIDE

Damn-near naked now
after good rains
without a frost
by New Years,
fleeting autumn colors
gone drab brown
before undressing.

Each twig stripped
of new growth leaves,
water pumped
into veins to see
if these fine lines
survive—and we
along for the ride.

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Merry Christmas

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Christmas Sunshine

FOR LEONARD

	We ride away from each other, waving our hands,
	While our horses neigh softly, softly . . .
		Li Po (“Taking Leave of a Friend”)

No Luddite sure, yet technology’s unwanted intrusion 
reminds of the woodpecker’s rapid-fire assault 
on the eave, on the metal roof, on the  smudge pot lids

closed cold in the orchard when I was a boy.  I wonder
about their rattled minds, what natural shock absorbers
slide like hydraulic cylinders between bill and brain

to cushion their rat-tat-tat attacks on the world.
Our push button culture saves jillions of steps 
that leave invisible trails nonetheless, for invaders 

we don’t want to see, don’t care about— yet 
tech has allowed me to know you and Chinese poetry
from half-way ‘round this distressed planet.

“Tule Stratus”

I am amused with the new vocabulary of weathermen like “hydroclimate whiplash” during the atmospheric rivers a couple of years ago. I just read a new one, we’re on day 21 of our “tule stratus” as we head to Paregien’s to gather for Wednesday’s branding where hopefully we’ll be above the fog.

ISLANDS OF GREEN

Cold and damp, we wake to add split oak
to coals banked in the woodstove
and wait for dawn’s dim light to see

how thick the fog that has consumed us
for weeks—and the cows and calves
we must gather before we brand,

before the rains leave dirt tracks
too slick to travel up the mountain—
bull calves to sell instead of steers for less.

An ocean of fog with islands of green,
a world below where commerce
and consumption carry-on conveniently,

where pundits and politicians spar
for the last word, and the weathermen
guess what Nature has left to teach us.

Fog: Day 18

How nice it was to see the sun above the fog topping out at 1,800 feet, temperature in the high 70s. Down on Dry Creek this a.m. it was 35 degrees.

We went up to the Paregien Ranch to make some repairs to the corrals and cut some dead trees out of our dirt roads and off the fences. The oaks that died during the 2012-2016 drought are really tipping over now. A joy to work in the sunshine before we brand calves next week.

TWO POEMS

IGNITION

The hillside Blue Oaks beneath the fog
round as mushrooms upon December green,
darkened mounds that have survived

the seasons for centuries speaking
what I can’t translate, yet admire above
the sycamores that hem the creek

as they catch fire—flaming colors
on the thirteenth successive day of fog
warm heart and mind despite the gray.

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MURMURATION

The starlings swarm like bees,
murmuration, hundreds synchronized
in flight by unspoken cues to flare

and light en masse to peck and graze
the green, before that cerebral notion rises
into the sky with a synchronized dance.

Tule Fog

It hasn’t come “on little cat’s feet” (Carl Sandburg), instead a blanket hanging for 10 days straight, a “radiation fog” as it’s now named, 44 degrees high yesterday, 38 degrees this a.m.

Of course, nothing compared to the snow storms elsewhere, but our grass needs sunshine. Other places in the San Joaquin Valley have experienced zero visibility, and often here the low lying fog spills over the ridge clear down to the creek. Perhaps tomorrow we’ll get some sun.