06 September 2014

Sunset Sentinels, Missoula, Montana

“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” - Helen Keller (1880-1968)

05 September 2014

Fall Harbinger, Missoula, Montana

The Wild Geese
 from Collected Poems 1957-1982 (North Point Press)

Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer's end. In time's maze
over fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed's marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.

04 September 2014

In Clover, Missoula, Montana

“…I but seem to see the fluent plain
Rise toward a rain of clover-blooms, as lakes
Pout gentle mounds of plashment up to meet
Big shower-drops. Now the little winds, as bees,
Bowing the blooms come wandering where I lie
Mixt soul and body with the clover-tufts…”

-From “Clover – Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats”, by SidneyLanier (1842-1881)

03 September 2014

Clover Revery, Missoula, Montana

“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.”

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems

02 September 2014

Bicycle and Blooms, Missoula, Montana

“My two favourite things in life are libraries and bicycles. They both move people forward without wasting anything. The perfect day: riding a bike to the library.”
- Peter Golkin

01 September 2014

Fall Descends, Missoula, Montana

And so, leisurely,
fall descends upon the town -
so it begins.

- c.hull

31 August 2014