Methow Valley

I heard you grieve little has been going your way in the hills and valley of where we are or not. I stand in the wind on a ridge above the valley, deep into pine and oak lupine and sunflower. Into the learning of creatures small or ungulate, like the ones below grazing the meadow. Maybe…

Grouse

It’s the hard business of being that gets to me.  That’s what I’m thinking.  I’m thinking about the way you get worn down.   The day in and out of work.  Stumbling at the end of a day in the woods, or no woods, the ones cut down and me thrashing through the dog hair…

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…