The ospreys have returned to their stick nest by the ballpark The light on the snow/cloud shrouded Crazies is miraculous The river wants a canoe The sleeping morels sing quietly in their dreams The crimson buds of the maple are … Continue reading →
I gratefully acknowledge that I was born in Mishi-Anishinaabaki, a lake-bound paradise belonging to the Anishinaabe People. I now live on Apsáalooke land. Honor and respect to all First Nations. Miigwetch and Ahóoh.