elemental

bare branches

Wendell Berry – 1934-2026

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold.
 Her early leaf’s a flower;
 But only so an hour.


Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day.
 Nothing gold can stay.

And other things. (case: 260902)

California state of mind

What is it you would like to say?
 Say it, for this is the world’s end.

Trouble comes—and we must simply live above it.

Sometimes we are born again through the memories we left in cold rooms.