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Monthly Archives: March 2014

Two Trees

Sun, 9 Mar 2014, 10:06 PM (-06:00)

On a cold, cloudy day. With wishes that winter be gone. Oh certainly these aren’t the trees we’d be wishing for. And the sun-baked sand brings problems of its own. But how about green things sprouting up and sun shining down and white clouds going by? How about that?

Tea and Orange Juice

Sun, 9 Mar 2014, 12:14 PM (-06:00)

We sat on the patio drinking tea and orange juice. A wind came up and blew the leaves along the sidewalk. The temperature dropped twenty degrees. Suddenly the cold drinks lost their allure.

Hot Cold Dry Warm Cool Wet

Sun, 9 Mar 2014, 11:06 AM (-06:00)

1. There’s a butter-yellow butterfly fluttering among the Irises. The blossoms came out of nowhere and opened last night. And the butterfly has found them, uncertain about the white fall, intrigued by the yellow anther. And there is an orange butterfly in the Lacey Oak, resting on a branch, opening and closing its wings. As […]

Runner In Blue

Sat, 8 Mar 2014, 09:55 PM (-06:00)

They posted the photos online several days after the race. Astronomical prices. Horrible photos. And just who was that runner in blue that they captured, anyway? Lumbering along. Belly hanging out. Plodding steps. Mighty grim look on a tired, sweaty face. Can’t they even capture a decent pose? Certainly he doesn’t look like that when […]

Waiting for a Poem

Sat, 8 Mar 2014, 07:29 PM (-06:00)

My grandfather was born in 1907, I told the kids. I was on the floor, and they were on pillows in a semicircle around me. I told them how in the summers we would camp in the woods in Michigan. How we had campfires in the evening. Imagine it, I said. There we were in […]

Running Around Town on Rainy Afternoon

Sat, 8 Mar 2014, 06:54 PM (-06:00)

Somewhere around 2.5 miles, I heard thunder. Just a little swishy roll somewhere in the distance. Not long after, I heard it again. More pronounced this time, starting overhead and rolling into the west, ending in a punctuated crash. The clouds over the Hill Country were black. The wind blowing this way. Misty drizzle turned […]