Blue Oak mama,
belly full of young dryads—
let the dancing begin.
Blue Oak mama,
belly full of young dryads—
let the dancing begin.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Blue Oaks, dryads, Greek Mythology, haiku, Paregien Ranch, photographs, poetry, tree nymphs, wildlife
Remember when it used to rain
and we made clouds of our own,
when the dryads played quietly
upon the dampened dust beyond
the bare boughs of oak trees?
The earth came alive with birdsong,
hawks soared in circles crying
with delight and we watched—
once again believing in deities.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged birds, Drought, Dry Creek, dryad, dryads, oak trees, photographs, poetry, rain, water, weather, wildlife






