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...

The Limping Lizard

The lizard limps down the middle of the dirt road. I stop the car, climb out, herd him to the side. He only perseveres back to the center, with a three-legged limp, right front leg held high.   Heart screams, no, poor baby!   He should be lifted on all fours...