The small wood boat slices through the lake;
beads of water fly like diamonds toward my face.
I look out towards the tree-lined shore
leaves turning orange, yellow and red.
The fall sun warms my face.
My best dog leans back against my chest;
he looks up and delivers a wet kiss of thanks.
It is the most perfect day of my life.
Circa 2002 ~ my sweet Airedale companion, Bentley
If you were an angler, would you long to see the Green River? And you, River, would you teem with rainbow, brown, and cut-throat trout under whipping winds, rain and
My sneakers shuffle softly over the white sand to push against the tepid ocean water. My shins make a soft, swoosh sound, as quiet as the ocean waves. My eyes
Why do birds sing without him in the world?How long will it take for my heart to uncurl? When will the sun and the wind give grief space, and be