Golden boulevards lined with honey locust leaves are strewn from curb to curb like glitter scattered in elementary days. It sticks to the glue of childhood, guiding us each autumn with a wink of light, reminding us that one strong breeze and a look in the right direction might soon sweep the celestial city across… Continue reading

Pale green maple leavesparaglide on down from woodland overseers.I’ve been spotted.The oaks join in, taking their aim with acorns,propelled down, quickened by the earthwhich lends its gravity as aide.I lift my shirtover my head, a poordefense from the barrage, and run, flailing each legforward, jumping as a kid mightduring dodgeball, hopingfor a quick exit outof… Continue reading

Leaves of green vines swing their weightless legs over the two large windows of northern walls. Dancing with the breeze, their offensive line guards the sunlight from passing through to me. I love watching them die. And each October they creep further into red and drop, protecting no one anymore from collecting the warm, autumn… Continue reading

Please don’t think that any man carrying a camera is some kind of professional, dripping with experience, deadlifting years of wisdom behind that lens. And though I was out there in the woods early, an hour too early for light, in fact, I had not the time, with cheap binoculars and a tiny Nikon draped… Continue reading

When it’s cold inside and out in the fragile moments of the morning I wrap myself in velvet skin, softer than my own and catch newborn thoughts before they cry. I must take it off to labor in the coarse duties of the day, and if I forget the thickened sweetness of the sunrise, I… Continue reading

Their family arrived home from weeks away, carried as a wave of the sea. Rising from the car’s horizon, splashing up the stairs, crashing through the front door, children spilled out onto the floor. Parents, wet with weariness, and packed bags soaked with dirty clothes surged into the kitchen and back. The water receded slowly,… Continue reading

All pastors feel A burden from without A burning from within Of Glory That weighs heavy But also Lifts them to the heavens. Continue reading

A limestone path Carved by men Covered in silt Up the glen Seeds have fallen Sown therein Sprouts of flowers Shoot up again Loss of control Nature’s win Beautiful blossom Spontaneous grin. Continue reading

Rise over the rooftops of the gingkoes and maples, rise of the blazing sun of worship. Peek through the spaces between, past the glistening chimneys within the congregated branches. Move just an inch and blinded by light, streaming in the eternal, beaming one inch closer to perfect sight. Continue reading

Joined as one is to Chicagoans in times past across the lake on the other side, the same water, similar sand and beeches caress the beach. Many feet up the bluff hallowed gables, eaves expanded, exposed, a ballroom party of rest and rumble, a time away. So linked to the war, prosperity followed. How longings… Continue reading