sometimes i think about brushing your beautiful long lashes with my finger tips and wonder about the taste of your full red lips. would you smile when i let down your hair and ran my fingers through the long dark strands? what would it feel like to hold your hand? and if i took you …
communing with the trees
There is history in everything that surrounds me, I guess. But here, I have no history. I prefer the present. Moments drowned by nature. A swift breeze, the sound of water over rock, lazy locusts and croaking frogs. If I listen closely, I can even hear the trees whispering. They tell me softly, sweetly, to …
what did love teach you?
Nothing is especially brave or exceptional about not saying those words or being passionate about them. The truth is in the action. And the things that are real can only be proven with time. I guess I can officially call this Christmas season to a close. Relatively uneventful and much calmer (read easily) than last …
the waters
As the sun fades into the unknown, I am sitting on the bank in this meditative hour. The last remaining light lays soft on the waters of the Bitterroot River. Soon - the moon will cast her glow on them. This is a rare moment that I have carefully suspended. Because as sure as I …
the big oak
Yesterday, I climbed the big oak behind the old red barn just high enough where the robin waits with open arms. But I'm restless, more like a feather in the wind that can't fight the breeze. Instead of being sturdy like this tree. I am just a simple loner climbing away from my own shattered …
Dixie's Road Trip 