Only One

52 :: Tiny Succulent

I could only tell one
other person
because I was afraid
anyone else
would pull me up
out of the dark earth
and reveal
that my hope
had not yet
grown roots.

Ice Fishing

40 :: Heading Out

Heading out from the frozen white world into the iridescent green world below the surface, through the magic of ice fishing. Many thanks to our dear neighbor, Mike, who takes us out onto the ice and shares his shanty and his love for fishing!

41 :: Thick Ice

42 :: Shanty

43 :: Lake Window

43 :: Big Hands, Baby Hands

Poetry

. . . Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from,
from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when. . .

— Pablo Neruda