Fresh snow
A new page
On which wild lives
Tell their stories.
Ruffed grouse
A jumping mouse
And a solitary songbird
Posted entries here.
Reading Snow

Sharing the wild
Fresh snow
A new page
On which wild lives
Tell their stories.
Ruffed grouse
A jumping mouse
And a solitary songbird
Posted entries here.
Autumn and Winter argue daily here
Rain/sleet/snow
Now blue sky and sun
Warm afternoons and freezing nights
Rites of passage as seasons collide.
Got close and personal with the weather forecast last week
Hunkered down on the gravel road
Went eye-to-eye with winter.
Rosy cheeks
Runny nose
Chilly fingers
Frost-nipped toes.
Yup. Winter has launched a shot across autumn’s bow. The faint drizzle yesterday turned into several centimetres of the white stuff by morning.
But the temps will rise later this week and the panic to install snow tires, replace the weather stripping and buy new gloves will wane. After all, winter is months way.
Right?
Wild rose hip Rosa acicularis
Stand in stillness
Where the Old Ones live.
Amid their shadows
You may hear whispers of the ancient tongue
Echo softly in the air.
September 13, 2016
Walk out on the fringe of nightfall
Where light and shadow meet
And muffled sounds drift on the cooling air.
Much is possible
When we step between worlds.
Schemes
Dreams
Plots
Plans
Of the many laid
Not all hatch.
Life doesn’t come with a guarantee.
Virtual reality: an artificial environment created with software, presented in such a way that the user accepts it as real.
As digital tendrils tighten their grip
We retreat into a world of pixels,
Screen-glow and keystrokes.
We are poorer for it.
The virtual is only a mirror
No more real than reflections cast in water.
Most of us
Most of the time
Live in a manufactured world.
We need to reconnect
With what we left behind
Or never knew at all.
To touch not plywood or two-by-four but living tree
Crush needles between fingers, inhale the pine-y perfume
Trace raindrops on an aspen leaf.
We need to rub urban skin over untamed bark
Sit against the trunk
Feel the wind sway us both.
Where is your nearest tree?
Go and say hello.
Aspen poplar Populus tremuloides
In a damaged world
Eroded by fear and hate
Life offers us moments of pure joy.
European skipper Thymelicus lineola
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