Spring Snow

The falling snow threatens to unhinge me.   I mean in the way the creak of a floor in early morning might, or the sound of coyotes scavenging about in moon light. The way they do all night so near the house. As if they had nowhere else to go. And now this. The first dull…

Cattails

My son runs ahead of my husband and I on a thin path that trails off into mudflats. We’ve  parked along a narrow road that stops abruptly in front of a dike. We cannot see the water but we can see, just barely, the tops of cattails.  We have come here, to the Skagit River…

A Cold Wind

This was no extraordinary day.  An old man in a hat walked around the yard.  A boy sat in a chair.  Then a cold wind came down the boney back of the mountain. But what was I expecting?  The cat stared out the window as wind tossed the branches about and eagles circled the chickens…