The path I made in the snow three days ago had been used. A neighbor? I mused. Several of them, it turns out. Toe-tipped deer, their hooves leaving unmistakable marks. My path on the tote road…

For now, this girdled hourglass preserves Tree’s vertical: a monument to gnawing doubts, camel straws, tipping points and indecision by a certain whittling Beaver. After all, beneath…

The other night, frogs crossed roads in the rain, emerged from muddy dark & wet into more of it, following water down to where it seeps & holds— the pools that won’t stay…

This neighborhood fox is working his route down the broad convergence between night and morning light down the wellspring valley through the little swamp and up across the neighbors’…

Between 85% and 95% of the dry weight of wood comes from photosynthesis, from sunlight and carbon dioxide. The first two blows bounce back as if nothing's happened but the third — if…

all-day rain a tentful of ghost stories evening paddle a great blue heron pulls me upriver still pond a turtle pokes his nose through a cloud hemlock shadow — a trout sips a fly

On a mild day the earth drinks its tea and then begins to sing again even the trees pause to notice, the air is a velvet coat that everyone wants to wear the sky becomes a stair down which…

in memory of George MacArthur I stared at a lone white cedar this morning, astonished, so few of that height and girth left standing from when they were hewn by hand for railroad ties by…

Poecile atricapillus Winking The wanderer Wonders over my work As I split oak and he in song Marks time. Strix varia Child who Innocence calls Sagelike to the moonlight, Night’s huntsmen…