Little Bear waves to us From a hill above our walking path Now populated by grey skeletons Of blue spruce, pine, and junipers Splaying their stark arms skyward. They once flourished there above A carpet of grass and cragged, Split stones. It is not a real bear That roams the hillside searching For grubs and […]
Read MoreThe Fall The dropping amber foliage, resembling my daily mistakes; collapsing to earth’s soil. Accumulating at first/ skittering in light winds, over-tumbling in quick gales. Hiding in the corners of square, hardened buildings, eventually hidden below cultivating, composting sins growing, fertilizing: the undergrowth and shrubbery, and above those, the thick trees nourished by the rich […]
Read MoreA Tale Of two Ants? I walk the 2 ½ mile path at the site of the old Air Force Training center in Hobbs, New Mexico, whose claim to fame is that Jimmy Stewart trained here— Over the early summer mornings, I observe the cactus, mesquite, and golf course grass. The desert’s flora and fauna […]
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