[text: In our society, growing food yourself has become the most radical of acts. It is truly the only effective protest, one that can - and will - overturn the corporate powers that be. By the process of working in harmony with nature, we do the one thing most essential to change the world - we change ourselves. -Jules Dervaes]
that week in early fall
the hills here had been changing colors
in waves like fire rippling down;
the heat in the clear air must have been radiating
from the hills, visible well into the distance.
now, despite the sudden warmth,
this place knows that winter has barely left
and the misty shadow of cold hangs in the valley
a veil to hide the beauty of these hills.
after waiting through the twilight
flew eastward into the night
Erie in the moonlight,
on black and white
water and ice
ice water mosaic
geometric, perfectly irregular,
ice velvetly paperlike,
not-quite-glowing in darkness
Nature Morte Vivante
I see all of life outside my window:
some trees, some shops, some graves.
On good days, there is the stunning depth of perspective:
lake nooks almost within reach,
rolling hills rolling hills rolling
Cascades in the distance
but usually it’s just the old man’s beard gleefully lounging
right outside my window, and
Office Depot squinting its redness
at me up the ravine slope.