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Melancholy

Melancholy

Melancholy seeps in. Sometimes I try to reason it away or wrestle it to the ground. This time I decide to take it for a walk at a local forest preserve. A place that lends perspective as crushed gravel crunches rhythmically under my boots. I note nests high in the...
Doe a Deer

Doe a Deer

It was cold, but the snow had stopped, and there wasn’t more forecast. I love the snow. It will only get colder, I reasoned. It was decided. I bundled up and went to a small local forest preserve early Sunday morning. It sure WAS cold. I’ve gained a little weight...
Deer Run

Deer Run

The soft wail of a train, the familiar rumble, the rhythm as metal met metal, this sorrowful, distant music pulled me from sleep. It was still dark, but I remembered the sunny creek from yesterday. Swiftly moving icy water spilled loudly over the rocky bottom. It sang...
The Hummingbird & The Art of War

The Hummingbird & The Art of War

The feeder trail was long, hot and dusty. It was early July and the smell of pine was sharp from the heat. My thirteen-year-old nephew and I walked under the power lines. Power companies clearcut land but generously allow trails on their property. The cost of these...
The Burr

The Burr

I found a tiny burr on my dress, the dress I wore for the Colorado mountain wedding in September. I pinched it off and casually threw it in the waste basket. I have thought about the burr a lot. I wish I had put it in the woods. It traveled so far. It did its job. It...