Possibilities

POSSIBILITIES How foolish must my human foibles look To the geese who northbound pass sans itinerary, map, or compass, Who venture forth in spite of rain never stopping to complain. Who might wonder at my need of props that only end up being blocks to flight, “How,”...

Reluctant August (Oregon)

Reluctant August (Oregon) I sit in certain sadness as I see the summer turning, As I rest on sand splashed shade where once it was too hot to stand, And crunch my feet on crisping leaves atop the dry fine powder of the summer path. The sun is bright as July but for a...