How horrifying and tragic, the attacks in Paris.
How heinous that we humans revert in these ways, thinking some good will come of doing wrong.
How difficult to accept the large scheme of things in life, where one ripples far upon the waters, round the world and back.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
11.14.15 My young friends
The peripatetic gathering of the newest
adolescent Crows, as fall descends and, for survival, they band together for
roosting and feeding.
11.14.15 As the heavens grew rich with gold and shifting colors
Down by Kestrel Lane, the dusk rambled along as
if it had all the time in the world, while the horses were brought in for the
night, along with the sheep and goats and the reticent Alpaca; as the heavens grew
rich with gold and shifting colors, and the day fell toward a close.
11.14.15 Out past the long arroyo
Out upon the river, past the long arroyo,
the wind spins us
about with its force,
the river seethes with its beautiful whitecaps,
and Dante
discovers how to race down
and swim in the cold waters.
11.14.15 Early this morning, out in the near woods
still we heard the unfamiliar voices and footsteps far out in the forest, the
tell tale signs of hunters. So despite being in the close woods, still we
turned and went home, relegated now still to the beautiful range, til Christmas
is over, and hunting season done.
Friday, November 13, 2015
11.13.15 Catching a few rays
"Oh, go away! Pfft"
The alpaca has no
need, for visitors or me, going by, on a brisk fall morning,as they lounge, day
off from sheep, catching a few rays.
11.13.15 Ecstatic to renew
Almost mid November, still we at times have
those bright cheery early mornings, the sun practically leaping upon us with
its excitement, it's exuberance, as it falls and then falls again, upon everything
in its' path, embracing, calling out, ecstatic to renew the bonds each day, all
over again.