Where the river pours itself into the reservoir’s arms A thousand fields lie flooded Cypress sentinels stand watch, shrouded in … Continue reading The Lake

“Low-bird”, someone called, from the next hay bale down Unknowing of whether or not I was some novice Who may … Continue reading Low Bird

I saw, in passing, along the field road today A swarm of honeybees upon a walnut limb Crawling over their … Continue reading A Swarm of Bees

I remember the sale barn In the summer of my 14th year The stench of hog that wouldn’t go away … Continue reading The Sale Barn

A buzzard perches On a stark, half-rotten limb in the morning mist He scans the field before him for death … Continue reading The Buzzard

Hold fast you bent and loaded boughs As winds, the seas, so perilous, arouse My time, money, and hard-earned sweat … Continue reading Hold Fast You Bent and Loaded Boughs

When I was a graduate student at the University of Georgia in the late 1990’s, I took a population ecology … Continue reading Near Encounters With A Southern Sage

Three thousand miles, a river, and a mountain range separate me from my home All I am and all I … Continue reading Homesick

I remember a large rock By the Oconee River Sometimes I’d go there for head-clearing And rest easy beside the … Continue reading Oconee River Rock

With his finger, he pressed down Impressing upon the biscuit with a hole for holding For syrup or honey, depending … Continue reading Pop Sopping Biscuits