Water is Life
May, water is abundant
Meandering through channels and
Man-made ditches
It comes up to your chest
Don’t top!
July, water is disappearing
Forced to a stop
By the disputes of men
Mud and duck tracks are reminders
Of what once was
Some strongholds remain
Seeping hope, under the hot summer sun
As most often is the case
The fate of a species
Rests in human hands
It is a fitful slumber
Golden Hour
Sky ablaze
Clouds the glorious spectators
The dry grass illuminated by the golden hour
Insect wings, and aspen leaves
Infused with the radiance of the golden hour
Oh brilliant beams!
Fill me up!
With your invigorating light, in this golden hour
Every day of my life
Mt. Adams
Serene and beautiful, she stands alone
Clouds pass by
Giving a gentle embrace
Sometimes showering her with white gifts
Clouds move on
White dissipates
And she remains
Nothing to phase her
But time himself
Follow Your Mother
Follow your mother
Across the black road
She jumps the barbed-wire fence
Not big enough yet, you sneak under
Follow you mother
Across the marshy grasslands
From aspen grove to wooded forest
Peak above the tall grass
Stay well hidden underneath
One day, your spots will blend together
And you’ll have your mother’s beautiful coat
Follow your mother
From ditch bank to canary grass
You must keep up, stick with the pack
Already a clone of your mother,
One day you’ll be as strong as her
You have no mother to follow
She left you ready with the tools necessary to survive
Stay close to your siblings
You know what to