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AT END

               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 […]

MOUNTAIN HEART

               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 […]

RETURNED

        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; […]

LIKE STORIES

               I wrote a story yesterday, one I thought might resonate and lead someone to respond.  No one did.  Reflecting, I thought how some stories we love mean nothing to others and how others—ones we scribble in a moment, discard and dismiss—are loved for reasons we ourselves don’t see.                As a writer, it made […]

GIFT I KNOW

               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

               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, […]

SONG OF SONGS

               “Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one and come.  For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.  The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come…The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower […]