Tuesday, March 28, 2006



Road Signs

Yesterday a blue heron flew low
over the road, calm,
leisurely sweeping across the four-lane highway,
as if it were a forest, the cars a river, and the day not ending.

This morning, fog gathered on the road,
tiny pale yellow lights flashed,
cars passed,
pinpoints of light on a journey,
trees shrouded, not even a tree line
points at order.

Fog as far as the eye can see begins to lift.
Tree shadows line the fields.
Birds sleep while I wait
for the sun to burn the fog away with fiery pink and gold.
Only a line of poplars flames yellow
and promises sun.




Image: Tim Barton, Webshots.

Saturday, March 11, 2006


Oregon gray sky:
three Canada geese head north,
while winter's dark trees
burst with pink cherry blooms.
Spring!




Image: Stephen Matera, Webshots