Oh, yeah, and to me! There’s a poet whose loss I was planning to write about, but then I remembered that I share a birthday with Mary Oliver today. And so instead of thinking about aging and death, I decided that first, it would be a good idea to spend a little time in the…
Tag: Nature
William Stafford Weekend
Okay, so he was born in January. That actually might explain a lot about the icy, cold beauty in some of his poems, like his famous “Traveling through the Dark,” and “Ask Me,” which begins with those delicious words, “Sometime when the river is ice . . . ” But I was born in September,…
Genesee Trailwalker, Part 3
Originally posted on Rivertop Rambles:
All three parts of this series were written and published on Rivertop Rambles around the 20th of January each of three consecutive years. I don’t know what this proves, other than the fact that I’m another creature of habit. I should probably be careful with that. Predictability can be lethal,…
From the august trees
Originally posted on some little crum creek:
. Some parts of our nature we might never see. But under a rising moon, out from a waning season, an imploring eastern screech owl sounds — savor the mystery. .
Of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness
The other day I was reading the blog of a fellow citizen of Penn’s Woods, Walt Franklin of Rivertop Rambles. I’m not a fly fisherman, but watching those guys on slate run years ago, taking a break from hiking the Black Forest trail, well, there was something Zen or maybe Taoist about it, how they…
Walt’s Bird Report from Faylor Lake, Lost Footage from the Last Day of National Poetry Month
Well, my 30 day challenge is complete. I’d change a few things in some of the videos if I could, but considering the time constraints of once per day production, I am pretty happy with how it turned out. I had wanted to give you a recap, maybe my top ten favorites from the month,…
David J. Bauman 