We live in a college town in the Appalachian mountains. Our town’s population doubles when classes are in session, and swells again when there’s a football game. It is Homecoming this weekend. There was a parade last night, which we avoided downtown because of, and the football game is today at 3pm. I debated whether … Continue reading Orange blush
I’d love to post a cool street scene of graffiti and show off our urban edge, but the fact is, we are not urban, and we’re certainly not edgy. We live in a quiet Virginia neighborhood where my most frequent interaction with our street is walking our kids to the bus stop in the morning. … Continue reading Boots and acorns: November street scene
Scent of tree bark and earth, I crunch through the forest. Warm acorns flecked with gold: our child’s hazel eyes. Maples sway, dangling rubies in the sun. Saffron sheaves tremble – a rustle of skirts. Under iron clouds leaves rattle – paper husks before a storm. Shiver, shudder, swivel, SNAP – and twirl free. End … Continue reading Oak crisps and iron skies: October haiku
October: birch leaves flutter down, gold coins from the sky. With pink cheeks and red nose, I comb earth’s grassy mane Maples sway, dangling rubies in the sun. Golden flakes fall like oak crisps: our daughter’s hazel eyes. A rush, and then, a rain of dry leaves. An oak leaf twirls through sapphire sky. Late … Continue reading October haiku
Orange and maroon are on the move, like a river burbling down the sidewalk, like burgundy water roiling with golden Koi. From my perch on a grassy hill, I see a sea of wine and oranges, a teeming tide of tee-shirts that streams towards the stadium. I hear the laughter and drunken hoots of Hokie … Continue reading Orange and maroon on the move
Butterfly Mind 