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…

My camera slung like a bandolier, I head out to hunt the hawk, the broad-winged sling-shotting his solitary note over the woods, the one I saw yesterday perched high in a white pine. I imagine…

The moon not yet up, we forage in near darkness, out back in the woods, the wet spot to the north, where they grow in clumps, bunched like fists, and push their first wound heads through earth…

I On my way to the woods, I watch children on their backs in newly fallen snow, arms and legs moving side to side. Leaping to their feet, sparkling with crystal dust, they look down to find…

Arising before dawn in ritual pursuit aware of austerity, sharp, acute a chill that has settled and defines for a time the spoils of silently watching. As the hoary frost on crimson leaves…

I climbed the heavy miles of rock hot through the forest up to the gravel avenue through the krummholz, the heat now descending to cooled tundra paved with tiny wildflowers yellow and white…