We rise to dust we stir,
greet dawn with a cigarette
to clear our lungs.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged cigarettes, Drought, dust, haiku, photographs, poetry
First dawn after a rain
turkey vultures need
room to dry their feathers.
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Tagged haiku, photographs, poetry, rain, turkey vulture, weekly-photo-challenge
Of this earth and all its erosion,
its granite and baked clay slopes
alive with cycles of seed and grass,
we revel in its wet bounty
and die a little in dry hard times.
We have become the cows we raise
in time, generations of calves that stayed
to nurse another—this earth their home.
We are the strong and lucky ones
to be living in the middle of a miracle.
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Tagged Drought, Dry Creek, flower-friday, photographs, poetry, wildflowers
I’ve little time for wonder—
warm days plod circles,
wear dust tracks in thin dry grass
we follow like cow trails
without endings,
without looking beyond them.
There is no adventure,
no endorphin rush,
no epiphany other than
one more summer
to endure, to survive
like lichen on rock.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged deer, Greasy Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, weekly-photo-challenge
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Dry Creek, garden, haiku, photographs, poetry, San Joaquin Valley Quail
King snake got the tree frog
and the Garter snake as well
down for dinner.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged garden, Garter Snake, haiku, King Snake, photographs, poetry, tree frog, weekly-photo-challenge
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Drought, Dry Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, sycamore, weekly-photo-challenge
The nonsense of the world pulls away,
withdraws behind uneven ridgelines.
Serious crimes thump dull as distant
war drums in the valleys, but I am done
listening to love songs to consumption
and slogans trying to peddle more.
Heavy feet don’t cover the same ground
as quickly as yesterday’s forgotten
urgencies that once surged incessantly—
that drove the train well-off worn tracks,
to shuffle instead upon solid ground
that never ceases to amaze me.