The Cawcus

Taking a break from work I watch a gathering of crows in the oak outside my window They fly together in unison caw to the passing clouds, jockey for best position on the oak’s bare branches Then one by one they fly away their caucus must be over as is my break from work   … More The Cawcus


Why is one leaf on this autumn path golden, edged in burgundy while another leaf is purple, veined in orange? Why is one tree bursting crimson and another speckled yellow? I’m more like a dappled leaf, flitting from place to place, full of intermingled ideas. Sometimes I long to be the fiery sugar maple consistent and … More Purpose