Sympathy to the Crow

Today, against greenest June fields I watched a red-winged blackbird chase a crow then retreat to safer branches.  At some distance, it appeared the crow had something in its beak and I wondered what offense had been levied to warrant such defense, and whether the blackbird sang now in victory or mourning.   You’d later learn,… Continue reading Sympathy to the Crow

The consequences of summer are visible in berry-stained skin, sweat-soaked shirts, crimson-streaked skies, unintended tan lines, and heaping promises baked into fruit pies that will burn the taste buds right off your tongue if you aren’t a little bit patient. The humid somnolence invades all corners until even the crickets are too hot to sing.… Continue reading