Larkspur Lane

Larkspur Lane

Spring is in full force here at the farm.  Today’s poem is inspired by a little splash of color down by the creek.  Enjoy!

Waist tall stalks
Tipped in purple
Stand on either side

Showing off
Adding brightness
To the shade

It brings a smile
Each time I walk
Through Larkspur Lane

Larkspur Lane
Larkspur Lane

Doorway

Art by Maurie Kirschner, The Green Woman

The other day, we were walking along the creek here on the farm, enjoying the spring day. As we stood under a western red cedar near where Maurie likes to sit and enjoy the creek, I noticed the fairy house she’d made a couple of months ago. When we came back up to the house, I wrote this poem and thought it would be fun to see what art it would inspire. I left the poem on the desk when I went to work, and when I came home, the art piece below was one of several she’d created that afternoon. Enjoy the poem and one of Maurie’s works of art! Continue reading

High Places

Mt Rainier from Wonderland Trail - Summer 2001
Mt Rainier from Wonderland Trail - Summer 2001
Mt Rainier from Wonderland Trail – Summer 2001

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NaNoWriMo 2015 – Taking the plunge!

Nanowrimo

 

 

30 days…

50,000 words…

1 novel…

That’s the challenge of National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo.

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Autumn Traveler

Autumn Traveller
Autumn Traveler
Autumn Traveler

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Autumn Apples

King apples outside our window
King apples outside our window
King apples outside our window (photo by Maurie Kirschner)

Rosy Cheeks
Peer into our window
From their place
Tucked amongst the leaves

Hanging down
Across the path
They invite us to
Reach and pluck
For a sweet treat

Or they brush our
Heads and shoulders
To drop
An evening snack for the deer

McKenzie River – July 7, 2015

Bruckart Bridge
Bruckart Bridge
Bruckart Bridge over the McKenzie River, Oregon

Sitting on sun-warmed rocks
Icey-blue water licks at my toes
As it chatters and babbles
Flowing past my perch
Swallows glide by
Chasing down their evening meal
Bees buzz along
Leaves of alder and blackberry
Rustle in the breeze
A warm wind blows
I smile
The river flows…