Our eight-day Ozark Trail trek in early November gave this poem by Mary Oliver new meaning.
Mary Oliver’s poem, The Journey, has become meaningful to me over time.
The following haiku was composed after walking the Iron Spring Bridge on Hwy 7, north of Hot Springs, Arkansas. After hiking Hunt’s Loop in the dark, morning light revealed this bridge that contains many family memories. The haiku syllable formula of 5, 7, 5 for the three lines makes me think.
Kingfisher was published in Do South Magazine, June 2017, page 12
Wendell Berry reminds us not to be predictable in action or thought.
John Muir Trail thru-hike in July of 2016
This poem was written a few weeks after one of our students committed suicide in his home.
I apologize for the following comment related to politics, but the number of glossy political ads we were receiving seemed to demand a response of some type.
This heart-shaped frost flower was next to the Ozark Highlands Trail on a January morning.
Hurricane Creek Wilderness Area
Small creek crossing close to the Chancel Trail Head on the Ozark Highlands Trail.
Spirits Creek following a night of heavy rain.