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Willow
Rooted willow stands outside Front window. Morning twilight. Neither light nor dark. Black trunk and branches Rise. Sillohetted against the Dark light blue sky. Small branches wing out. Tips loose themselves in Lighted dark blue sky. Willow without one leaf On one branch. Rooted Lightly in dark ground.
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Craned Neck
A warbling trumpet sound wanders across the valley. Must be mid-March for the sound can only mean the Sandhill Crane has returned. Having left the warmth of the south for northern places, the valley provides rest and food and thoughtfulness. The arrival of the crane means it is time for spring tilling. Scattered tractor engines…
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Of Spring and Dandelion
Wait for the right moment: Length of day. Temperature. A drenching spring rain. Two days. From the ground they spring, abundantly, with fortitude. Their numbers shout, no-matter-what-you-do we will out populate your work and survive and win. Prior to rain, one rises, here and there, and tells all who’ll listen of what is soon to transpire. Rain…
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Breakfast 19
Breakfast 19 1 single Pancake $1.69 Why the small s in single? All the other words are capitalized. Too many reasons come to mind. The reservation adds a few more. I wonder how many are racist thoughts of a white guy. How are small s reservation victimization truths and genocidal realities? Might small s…
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No Air No Life
There are a number of small clay deposits on the farm. Most of the year I do not appreciate them. They’re not much good when it comes to grass or alfalfa growth. Plant a seed and the clay envelopes it so tightly the seed cannot breathe. No air no life no grass no alfalfa. Then…
Chewing the Cud 