Taken Up

Every blade in the field, every leaf in the forest, lays down its life in its season, as beautifully as it was taken up. — Henry David Thoreau Early this morning I visited Stroud Preserve, a frequent place to visit and immerse in nature, and a respite of mine for many years. Zach liked it…

For Zach

For Zach I came across your tiny fleece mittens today tucked back in a sock drawer somehow, having gone unnoticed for this long simple and fingerless flat oval teal pods I remember them well such small hands wriggling around, skin and fleece together deciding who was softest I thought of how old these mittens were…