The southern wind announces Spring is on her way to us.
These clouds are ruffles on her petticoats.
Broken
now the the mighty pine
nourishes the river bank and bottom.
So goes the cycle of life.
Dudley’s Deer
Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.
Sunday Mountain
The wind still holds the echos of the Abenaki’s footsteps.
The soil cradles our carefully tended dreams.