The Glories of Glum and Sheep Keepers New Year

            Lots of people complain when clouds and rains come. They think it dreary.  Not me—especially when we have endured the long, hot, dry summer of 2012. I complained when there was not a cloud in the sky for days and weeks on end and the grass stopped growing when spring rains didn’t materialize and […]

Ode to Toad Beneath the Trough

There you are again, Bufo, you survivor you.

Throughout this long, hot time,

as the merciless sun has baked the grass

and hardened both the ground beneath my feet

and the words out of my mouth,

you have molded yourself and shaped your small world and it has been enough–the trickles from the tank, quite enough.

I worry […]