Yes, the physical beauty of the world is more subtle in winter, and serenity is the reward for those who take the time to find the green within the grays and browns. Those searching for beauty now must adopt a slower pace, wait a little longer to see what comes to the surface, try a…
Running Down The Clock
February is the last hurdle, the last month that doesn’t carry at least a hint of spring in its name. This is the one you grit your teeth over, the one that tests your resolve, the one that used to be a terror, back when we had real winters. But maybe that’s just Kansas these…
The First Shift
The giant chevron flights of geese have moved on, the ones that are here now are the ones that have decided that this spot between the two rivers is a decent place to settle down and raise up some young’uns,. Tonight, they’re definitely in courtship mode, flying low and solo up the river singing out…
All We Hold In Reverence
As the full moon wanes, I celebrate the birthday of my spiritual brother. My logical brother and my sensual brother were born in the spring. Mark and I and our sisters were born in the winter. We all carry the lore of our family, each with their own volume. The last time the brothers were…
Flint Hills
The sleek thighs of the prairie rise in remembrance and reclamation, bearing grass as fruit and wind as wine and stars as beads of sweat. The sweep of the breast and the rise of the hip shape the sky and pull the weary traveler into a clear pool of dreams and flesh and molten honey….
A Sacred Place
A pink dream wrapped in a feather pillow, loose on a moonlit night, a kiss with eyes open, with arms linked, with the past and the future fused into the river banks, never to meet, but always married by the water. Magic must come from somewhere, sometimes it rides in on the backs of the…
Temporary
The silver serenade of the full wolf moon has begun, finessing the notes balanced on either side of the harmony, laying the melody out like a silk coverlet across the winter grass. There’s no chorus, just verse after brilliant verse. She wears a magnificent halo as she slips out of the dark cloak of clouds…
White Night
The full moon rose at 7:02 to a thick mask of clouds across the sky. It was still hidden at 7:30 when I got home, but by eight, when I left the house, it had just started to present itself, scrubbed clean and polished, burning through the brutish clouds as they backed out the door,…
Snow No Snow
I was prepared to give my knee a rest last night, stay in and clean the kitchen, maybe even get to bed early. As soon as I got in the car to head home, the radio announced 2-3 inches of snow overnight. Hmm. I love a little snow. My weather app said it would come…
To Be Held And To Hold
We touch the patterns, run our finger across the moments that tie us together, caress the woven fabric that we wrap our bodies in. I only pause long enough to draw in the last rays of sunlight. I will need them later, when midnight comes and I am still wrestling the alligator of words to…