« Home | The day is just past dawn. Early sun shines on a n... » | The rhythm of it all is coming together. It'll cha... » | There is a calf in the compost pile.
There is an ... » | I come in hungry
from the barn.
Wash my hands.
T... » | The calves are the size of collie dogs. They stumb... » | Today is the memorial.
She said Thank you,
but I ... » | It was the year that I first fell in love.
We were... » | and then Death sat down beside her,
on the long fl... » | When the wind blows the sugarsnow is lifted off th... » | Death is pacing her,
again. She's run hard,