A January Dance
Red sky in the morning.j. laster A dusting of snowfall transports me to distant winters and the stillness of early mornings at the edge of a wilderness. On the trail. The whisper and long shhhhhhhhh of skis on new snow. Gravid sky.j. laster Impending ...
THE FEATHERED EDGE OF A GOOD OMEN
an enigma of feathers - j.laster Ravens collect coils of vine, twists of ribbon, and shiny discarded baubles. They have been known to incorporate barbed wire into their nests. Corvus corax adapt and use whatever catches their eye to construct their sky-harbors. As I cull through old words, ...
Morning Ramble with the Writer Elkhound
The Writer Elkhound and I take a walk. Thora reminds me to keep an eye out for movement and to pause by aromatic patches of spring. The forest is complex, nuanced by dust, new growth, squirrel middens and the rapid strokes of feathers as birds oar through the heavy air. I sense rain.
Grandmother, Keeper of the Endless Tale
Eagle takes flight in Juneau,j.laster It is the season of unfurling leaves. It is the time when eagles circle back to their aeries and the red tailed hawks ride a thermal into the deepest of blues. j.laster I dust off old books and peruse albums that ...