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               Cold returned and too the gray, but she remained as spring in spirit and day.  Paying no mind to the outward signs, she dressed again in sweater of the season.  Its loose of white and red and orange that glowed wore upon her as an ambiance that warmed and brightened all around.                Her […]

               Premature spring and follow-frost burned the redbud’s bloom.  Lilac-violet paled to gray, but in one week’s time, redbud boughs restored to hue as bloom dared to show again.                 He looked upon its colors beyond window in morning light.  No words or story came, and he was sad that it was so.                He […]

               He remembered a stream and a cave in the rocks from which a cold spring flowed; cool of the cavern in shade from the sun and summer’s heat; group of friends, all young then, many he had not seen or spoken to since.                It was many years ago.  Majority of life lived and […]

        Alone in field, working in method roll and pass of tractor in near and perfect lines, he thought of mountains.   _____         He thought of mountains and alpine lake—she in shade of the spruce and pines; sweet-acrid of scent and sight of her smile in broken dapple of light-fall through; […]

               I am horrible with words but better with gifts (so long as they are written).                 Today, Matthew and Audrey turn fifteen.  Like many fathers, what their presents are will be as much of a surprise to me as it will be for them.                I don’t often think in terms of objects.  There’s […]

               Still in sweater, woven gown of spring, they lain on the sofa after; gentle of hands in hold to sides, caress of hands’ pass, slow and soft, along their lengths that brought them both to sighs; her cradle of legs and he between, still pressing at their warmth.  Soft of smiles, lit of eyes, […]