A spring, not so long ago, I discovered two Canada geese in the field by the blue pool. A spring when my father was still alive. The pool is a luminous ribbon of water that arches away from the river and cuts across a fallow field. I visit this part of the river often. Follow the…
Category: nature writing
Apples
I found the bear one fall day as clouds slouched up the valley, pushed by an incoming storm. Crows flapped in the alders and before I could reason the oddness of so many, the dog was off and tearing into whatever was there below the trees. I shouldn’t say I found the bear. I’d already heard rumors…
Pretend you are Prairie
Let’s do it. Pretend. Pretend the wind is blowing or the grasses are bending. Maybe clouds swirl or it’s hot and the sun bears down. Pretend whatever you want. Pretend you’re prairie if you want. Pretend you have roots and blooms of yellow or blue. Pretend beetles crawl in the dirt of you. Pretend you are…
