The landscape became gilded in the warm, setting sun before donning the cool, amethyst robe of twilight.  Stars flickered in the silken, night sky as moths fluttered in the spaces in between.  Here and there, lumbering beetles shuffled towards the warmth of porch lights, and their appearance made a perfect…

  Admiring her work, May lingered on the fringe, contented and satisfied, as she packed her bags preparing for her upcoming departure.  Staring back at her were the fully leafed trees and blooming plants of a maturing landscape, the air perfumed with the bouquet of late Spring/early Summer flowers.  The groundwork…

  Sweet June turned sultry quickly, and our every thought, our every word, our every action hung suspended in the thick, dank air.  The sheer weight of the humidity has left our soul and spirit mired and stale.  Sweet June is in a hurry to grow up, her innocence sullied, my…

There are times when the clouds become part of the landscape, rising from the earth like great, snow-capped mountains.  I like to imagine the Midwest’s tectonic plates have crashed and sent forth a mighty range which hovers above us in the highest and thinnest of atmospheres, teetering on the brink of space,…