Clear water on a Catskill stream spills,flowing down a smooth rock faceinto a pool shaped like a cup held withinhigh rounded walls. A Chinese painting,think of that, fine brush strokes formingfissured cracks from which green fernsunfurl lace while light falls featheredthrough new leaves as I stand, . . . . Continue Reading »
The wind shears through hardwoods, then rain brings down the leaves here, eight thousand miles east oftheir archipelago of service, maplike now in its remoteness. Woodsmoke censes the air in the hermitage they . . . . Continue Reading »