Welcome to Flyover Country, the vast and delicious expanse between the coasts. Here is where I work and travel, writing about the ordinary, knowing that it is really extraordinary. Nonstop flights from New York to Los Angeles constantly fly over us:
Across our sky,
They fly from coast to coast.
Quick gaze at our patchwork land
Once white and black, then green and blue
Glide through, enroute.
Little glance from laptop light
To silent scenes below
They come and in a cutting shard they go.
To work the space and
Pump the bounty to the coasts,
And keep the secrets of the land.
We stand, look up, wonder where they go,
Thank God they mostly do.Excerpt from Flyover Seasons
(North Star Press 2012)
The gain harvest is late this year and the geese are still enjoying the bounty of harvested, un-plowed fields. They stay on the larger lakes which are yet unfrozen, flying out to the fields to feed each day. Where a … Continue reading
Saturday greeted us with several inches of snow and temperatures in the mid-twenties. The gigantic flocks of blackbirds must have been startled by the sudden intrusion of winter and were flying past like cackling dark clouds, all headed southeast. As … Continue reading
It’s that time of year again. The trusty native Blanket Flowers are straining to get every last remnant of bloom-time from the waning season. Even encrusted with October snow they staunchly hold their own. As wind-blown streaks of late-fall precipitation … Continue reading