- - Driving with pink angels Pink of the dissolving petals, pouring out of the tree and pink in the palms of my hands. Pink dangling to...

- - April wind On a day when April wind has tumbled clouds into mile-high snowy hills like in Chinese paintings I wonder what strength...

- - After a couple of years Don has resurrected the chicken yard with 22 white Leghorns, 2 Barred Rocks (these photographed are a Leghorn a...

- - It is hard to imagine that these supple, sensuous flowers grew wild in the mountains of Central Asia before they were brought to Europe...

- - Resurrection pulses through me like a river pushing aside moments of death. My foot steps ahead toward the Russian olive, solitary, ...

- - Spring children (a riddle, sort of) The ground is old in the farmyard and on it my feet stomp; but never can I break it, no one tel...

- - Sap at night Before budding begins, the last pure stream of the maple drops into the bucket-moon sweet and uncluttered Postscript...

- - Can it be a year since the Japanese tsunami, and the flowering of the Arab Spring? These, as well as horrors in other places, and Bil...

- - Hejira ~ a journey . . . . . . the flight of Muhammad from Mecca to Medina in 622 which marked the beginning of the Muslim era; th...

- - Aren't they beautiful? The mother found this teepee shelter in the black locust wood near the old fallen apple tree to build her ...

- - Four Crows: between winter and spring The white blanket’s thrown off. Meadow grass is flattened and combed like hair, sore with w...

- - It's there, hiding, across the Red Cedar River, under trees, behind the couple walking Professor Ellison looked even older than h...

- - Joy! There's gold in these here woods! At the end of April here on the farm we start hunting for until-now buried treasure: morel ...

- - There is a season for standing. It begins low, and keeps on slow. The wind blows dirt from your head. You clean up nice and when y...

- - I nearly fainted when I saw a large package of haricots verts at the store - French green beans, thinner than our green bean varieties ...

- - In a morning walk to the meadow, feet soaked with dew, I was surprised to find trees in flower that I hadn't seen closely yet in our...

- - While trees are popping chartreuse leaves at the end of April, after a couple of rainy days and warm nights, we slide our farm clogs on ...