On a few small acres in the hill country of central Texas, we live by watching, feeling, and waiting. Together, we come to know by loving and love best when we care enough to understand. Our Loves: limestone, leaf-vein, scales, feathers, friends, and all their shifting reflections in the waters of a small Creek.
End of September (Snake)
Cottonmouth afloat and threatening me with its gaping mouth?
Maybe.
Snake's growin' bigger and makin' room
Slough
And a snake-skin-patterned grill on the
front of my ambulance today.
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