The Art of Flight

The Art of Flight

  Like a bird who can’t enjoy flying but instead only pecks, eats and drinks, I race from one activity to the next.   I end each day stretched out on the bed wanting nothing but sleep.   But suddenly I awaken. I watch my movements fast and jerky, my...
One-Winged Moth

One-Winged Moth

I nearly sit on the yellow moth speckled with gray that rests on the patio chair. Sadly, it crawls across the metal, wobbling with its single wing.   Up close I see the dark spot where the second wing once hung.   Oh you poor flightless soul. No longer will...
Eternal Peace

Eternal Peace

We glide among sleeping aspens rime ice coating branches above our heads, a snow cloud under our skis.   Within this gray-sky cathedral all is quiet except the creaking limbs as they dance to the wind’s song.   We trek deeper and deeper into the misty woods...