To The Right

Earlier this year, before the snowpack in the mountains, could build and the rains of the Northwest La Nina winter began, Padden Gorge Trail was dry and quiet. The creek was all but dried up. The cold air chased away many birds and I experienced the eerie sensation of standing in a silent forest.

Poem: Voice on the Trail

    Voice on the Trail “and at last I saw : wherethe road lay through sunlight and many voices and the marvelorchards, not for me, not for me, not for me.”  -from the poem ‘Then I Saw What the Calling Was’ by Muriel Rukeyser (1913-1980)   All the voices of the Wood called “Shannon!”Continue reading “Poem: Voice on the Trail”