Scents The Fog Reveals – Free Verse

As the sun sets through oak and hickory trees, the cold fog brings a new set of smells, rich and deep, as though you could stick out a butter knife and cut a little square of the air and pop it into your mouth and let it dissolve into rich, earthy flavors: Fresh mown hay, […]

Finding Wonderful Hidden Wildflowers: Haiku

It is often so/ that when we clear dross and junk,/ we find wonderful. Using a loping shears to clear underbrush and non-native privet from around the hardwood trees in my back yard reveals an undergrowth of black-eyed susans and other hidden wildflowers. Sometimes you have to burn the grasses and weeds from large fields, […]

Dozens of green trees bask in the late afternoon glow of the Georgia summer heat, August 2019

Georgia Summer Hot Green – ImproVerse Haibun

The Northwest Georgia summer is hot. That doesn’t surprise me. I expected the weight of heat like an oven. What shocks my mind, not my system, is that August on the banks of the West Chickamauga is not as uncomfortable as I remember Wisconsin being. Mid-August growing up in Milwaukee when it was 99 + […]

Lighthouse On The Hill — Port of Refuge

There are times when I don’t know which blog I should post on. Last night’s drive through a torrential lightening and rain storm ended up at our house. Never has it seemed so much like a lighthouse and port of refuge from the storm. I wrote a long description of our experience, and turned it […]

Find Solace, Refuge and Peace 'neath the branches of the Old Woman of the Woods

Walk In The Woods Visit – Haibun

When the Old Woman of the Woods Calls The morning dawned only slightly humid and a bit cool for Northwest Georgia in August, perfect for a walk in the woods. My paths usually run through cedars and smaller trees on my property. On this particular morning it was clear: The Old Woman of the Woods […]

Wildflowers from NaturesGuy's property -- August 2019 -- Don't miss the show!

When You Lock Yourself Inside: Free Verse About Wildflowers

The fields are bursting brightwith wildflower’d colors:Purple,red,orange,yellow,blue,white. I didn’t know.I missed the wildflower show.It’s tragic what you don’t see,hear,smell,taste,feel,when you lockyourself inside. I’m not surprised,nor mad.Just a little sad,yet gladI soon enough realizedthe wildflower blissI might havecompletely missed. I’ll do better.

Coon Hunt On The Chickamauga – Haibun

The old coon hunter drove his pickup truck out to my place. Ever since I’d told him that Farmer Sims planted field corn in our meadow, he’d been excited about the possibilities of a coon hunt in my corn field. I’d picked up the phone earlier in the evening: “HELLO, BROTHER!” He practically yelled. “Do […]

Cooling Georgia Heat: ImproVerse Prose

I sit deep in my deciduous and cedar woods, shaded, sweltering in the hot afternoon Georgia heat. The still air, like an open oven, stifles me. I must escape. But just as I start to rise, a cool breeze starts from the creek bottom below, racing across the newly-mown fields. Wind rushes like a cresting […]