Archive for December, 2007

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Possible Water

December 31, 2007

“…like the snow-fall in the river,
a moment white, then melts forever.”
-Robert Burns, Tam o’Shanter

Two potentially great steelhead drifts, both on the other side of the river. Can’t wade across; water’s too deep and fast. Can’t cast that far. Well, I can cast that far, but it wouldn’t drift right. Can’t swim–it’s important to stay dry and warm in this weather. There’s always the Thorne River bridge. But the hike back through the brush would take all day. Fishing all night won’t track well at home.

But look at the water. There’s got to be a way.

Oh yes.

The only way.

Happy 2nd birthday, TMF.

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Three Fragments for Three

December 27, 2007

Laughter like the sound where three rivers meet.

To fall in love so deep three times.

Three smiles to make a papa’s joy complete.

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No Deer

December 8, 2007

“Like lost soul wailing, long and shrill,
A wolf howl cleaves the emptiness.”
-Robert Service, The Trapper’s Christmas Eve

I always thought wolves howled at the moon. This one howled at the sunrise, loud and low and long and lonesome.

And I wondered why I didn’t see a deer.