Weather Report
I burn with the forests. And when I emerge in spring, I’m listening. . [ 1591 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Environment’
Waiting for Rain
afternoon sun / the first ripe apple / and an oven to bake it in . [ 1581 ]
The Cosmos Laughs
What to say of these strange beings who foul their nest, Save the Cosmos laughs, and goes on its way? . [ 1561 ]
P.S.
Dawn. An orange, smoky sky. When the world ends, won’t you come to see me by and by? . [ 1548 ]
For the Children
Blue stars, yellow stars. Chicory in bloom.Every inch a mile. A galaxy too.This old earth knows what to do. Do you? August 20, 2022 . [ 1526 ]
Cultivation and Preservation
Dark, rich, thick, smooth — a not-quite-full six-ounce cup of pour-over coffee. Dream coffee, slowly consumed. Coffee in the bright light shadow of a setting full moon. The fir tree has a very heavy new crop of green pitch-glistening cones, which, as they mature, are shedding bits of themselves. When I was working under it the pieces fell around me and on me. The garden is engulfed in purslane, which […]
Twenty-First Century Loaves and Fishes
Extreme heat. Wildfires. Smoke. Clouds. Lightning strikes. Add one vast ocean. Mix thoroughly until the consistency of love. Hold breath. Allow to rise. Makes one infinite serving. July 31, 2022 . [ 1506 ]
Water
For every drop we waste, there’s someone somewherewho would weep at the sight. Tears, too, are made of water. Silver Falls State Park July 8, 2022 . [ 1484 ]
Acorns and Oaks
I ran before five yesterday morning in a driving wind and rain. The only person I met was a very large skunk, which was crossing the road in front of me when it stopped briefly at the sound of my footsteps, then scurried on. It ran along the edge of the opposite sidewalk for a distance of about a hundred feet before taking cover in some bushes. The rain was […]
Cracks in the Sidewalk
In light of our ancient, wild heritage, it’s interesting that we imprison ourselves in flat, stale, climate-controlled boxes filled with every convenience, where we grow sicker and weaker with each passing year. We’d be better off climbing on the counter than cleaning it, swinging from the chandelier, and chattering from atop the nightstand and dining table. Such precision. Such order. Such safety. Such security. Teams of professionals trimming our bushes […]
William Michaelian 