For the Love of Trees- Poems
The time feels right to honor trees. Our last great and unprotected forests on public lands are…
“The place to observe nature is where you are.”– John Burroughs, Signs and Seasons Peregrination is my…
Peel off a chip of my puzzle bark. Go ahead. Peck and chisel. Find every crevice in my amber trunk. I have known you, Downy Woodpecker, a hundred times over. My age cannot be measured by the 500 rings alone. I am river song. Whitecap on lake. Trickling headwaters. Lightning strike on high ridge bursting into flame.
Even a lover of ancient forests likes being on top of the world. Lingering on Mount June, I watch turkey vultures tipping wings at eye-level. The month of June is prime time for wildflowers, warblers, and verdant beauty in every shade of green. Oregon Wild’s Chandra LeGue and I bask in the Hardesty Mountain Roadless Area, the largest wild place within an hour of Eugene and Springfield at about 8,000 acres.
A North Carolina kayaking journey leads to an inner sanctum of bald cypress trees living for more…
This past Tuesday, I joined the weekly “Birding-by-Ear” walk in Sawyer Park by the Deschutes River in…
I have a confession. There is no hardship in this brief tale of attending to the inventive…
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