Late November Hope

My shoes celebrate the forest floorweeks ago they crunched the leaves on this pathloud and delectablehomemade potato chips for the feetand today the frozen mud, like clayyielding in its satisfying wayas I move through these trees againasking in each seasonwhether strangers who know your secretsare really strangers at all? The hemlocks know what I wonderasContinue reading “Late November Hope”

Dia De Los Muertos (2009)

In 2009, just after Halloween, I flew to Tucson to be with my dad. His second wife, Lynn, had passed away just a week or so before. The day before my return coincided with the All Souls Procession, a celebration of life that defies description. It really does. It’s a giant, moving party-as-parade that endsContinue reading “Dia De Los Muertos (2009)”

Leaves Let Go

It is not the way of leaves to care about how they fall. It doesn’t matter whether there are heavy, thunder-filled clouds overhead or miles of bright blue and sunshine. A leaf doesn’t cry out in pain if a harsh wind tugs it from its twig nor does it giggle with mischief if it managesContinue reading “Leaves Let Go”