Tag: Poetry
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Mileage May Vary
Slide into the wood and leather cabin of our hand-me-down 1949 Riley RMB, and you’ll be transported (despite the sad fact that this handsome saloon has not been driven in about four decades), transported to an earlier time when details, materials, and finishes mattered. A time when motoring was an appreciated privilege whether commuting to…
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The Nature of Time
We believe that remnants coalesce, that excavation, observation, collaborative accumulation, and artistic practice allow one to wonder-dream into ancient / modern mysteries about the nature of time.
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After Rowing, Retrieving
After rowing, retrieving. A perfect pairing in the eyes of Carley, our Labrador retriever. Fall is upon us, but that’s no disincentive to man and beast from enjoying the still warmish waters of Lake Champlain. I find it challenging to capture in prose or images, but this autumn atmosphere and rhythm lend themselves to the…
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Ready
Autumn is a season of reaping what we have sown, but also of metamorphosis and recycling. A bittersweet segment of the cycle. Endings. Beginnings. Harvest. Compost. Ready or not, the reality is each day upon us. While riding this morning, a moment of clarity briefly abbreviated my bike time. I braked, stopped, jotted down most…
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Leaves of Grass
Rosslyn’s lawns and meadows are plentiful. Lots of leaves of grass. Carpeting open space. Receiving foot falls, paw and hoof prints. And yet we opt to plant ornamental grasses too. Few. Far between. But dramatic tufts of texture. Leaves or grass whispering in the subtlest of breezes. Leaves of grass gossiping, dancing, demurring. Leaves of…
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Misty Sundown
So many variations of a perfect sunrise, a breathtaking sunset, and yet — like spoiled children — we yearn for more. More colorful. More dramatic. More lingering. But, this misty sundown redefined the limits. Moody dome. Warm light, gently filtered. Colors few, but saturation intense. And mist. Ground-clinging, gossamer haze blurring the ground-to-trees transition. Mysterious.…
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Swamped Dinghy
Summer 2023 is perhaps perfectly symbolized with this swamped dinghy photo. Swampy dinghy. Our rowboat. Our beach. Our fallen leaves steeping into leaf tea… Rain, rain go awayCome again another day.Rain, rain go awayLittle Johnny wants to play. But the rain has obeyed, hasn’t come another day. It’s come darn near every day. And our…
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Hedging
This summer of rain our evergreen hedges have rioted, sprouting enthusiastically, reaching upward and outward, unruly, wayward. Time for hedging! So much water and months of temperate weather have invigorated our well-established yews and hemlocks. As we’re only a week and a half from flipping the calendar from summer to autumn, we decided it was…
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Drizzly Day
A September drizzly day after a summer of drizzly days — drizzly daze — like no other in collective memory. Cultivating contemplation. Still more questions than answers, but there’s a subtle coalescence of ideas, words, convictions. A year and more of liminal space. And a journey that’s only beginning to begin. Drizzly Day Poem Drizzly…
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Heart Rot Haiku
After the cloudburst, the lightning, the raging wind, a sunny morning. Calm. Calmer. Picture perfect, except for the debris. The damage. The shattered trunk of an immense old maple tree. An ancient maple —gnarled noble, hidden heart rot —hallowed, hollowed husk. Still absorbing the loss of this monumental maple. The second and last on our…
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Morning Dew
After weeks of rain, we’ve enjoyed two glorious August days. Summertime splendor all the more apparent for the contrast with two months of incessant drizzle-to-downpour conditions. Sunny. Bluebird skies. Hot. Light breeze. Lower humidity. And morning dew on the decks and lawn when I take Carley out in the morning and when I wander up…
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Rhyming Relics
I was just looking at a pair of glass artifacts, two Rosslyn relics among so many we’ve discovered and inherited since the summer of 2006 when this old house became our new home. Remember the ferry posters in my “Relics Rhymed” post? These are similar. And different. While the differences are apparent, perhaps the similarity…