April 2014 - MICHAEL GRAY

A FORK IN THE PATH

I like to stand in a shower, like a horse in the racket of the rain. But once, when I was younger and more...

Friday Lunch Light wind, and the low clouds gradually yield to sunlight, As we – an old friend and myself- sit and chat straight...

For Waterman Only small rain falling this morning, Light but really welcome, The dry Sonoma hillsides Bound to green up, Vines going to be...

A Native American elder sits on the edge of a red rock mesa, stitching together the clouds that float by in the blue of...

I used to read to my kids about two inseparable pals, Frog and Toad. Like Winnie the Pooh, Frog is comfortable in the world...