another layer added

to the earth's core

so many chapters 

in this novel 

we may never finish

reclaiming

some lost territory 

from my childhood

 the imprint of pebbles 

 on the soles of my feet

Shaw Nature Reserve

I am glad I will not be young in a future without wilderness. 

~ Aldo Leopold

Aldo Leopold

November 6, 1951

do you remember

trudging through the snow

when november

turned into a blizzard

even trailblazers get lost

bluebirds have returned

to the nesting box

in the bur oak tree

I know that your spirit 

will always be with me

mom's birthday

so close to christmas

memories of you

in every star

that lights the tree

Happy Birthday, Mom!

(1919-1996)

"From Russia With Love," 

a James Bond poster 

in the antique shop...

it's then I realize that I'm older

than half the merchandise

leaves with ragged edges

recomposing 

the summer light

a note here and there

softens the emptiness

florida in february
we stand elbow to elbow
for a travel photo
who knew then we were
supposed to shelter in place

on a country road 
without cell phone service
we find ourselves
heading north towards 
iowa from east jesus

with the extra light
in january's time-zone
I try to decipher
the last pages
of animal tracks