can’t wait for the drought to come back,
can’t wait to find frog bodies bloated and dense where the creek once passed,
feel the sun on the back of my bare neck, turning red and hot to the touch.
if i ever fall in love again i want it to be in the light, with spoken words, with gazes through strips of grass, with breath, without breath, with breath again and overflowing with it.
it would have to be on the kitchen counter, beside the sprouting avocado tree and the bowl of green apples, at night when the dish washer is running and someone on the radio is singing about heather and driving to the coast line.
summer is coming too fast,
i see it in the ripple of indian grass.
The Pine Forest Range, in northern Nevada’s Great Basin, is a rare and exceptional area of abundant streams and clear, cold subalpine lakes. Nestled in a cirque and fed by snowmelt and springs, these lakes are not only visually stunning but also possess an excellent trout fishery. The lakes are surrounded by a rare population of white bark and limber pines; stands of aspen and mountain mahogany are also found throughout the area. Fall brings out colors found in few other places in northern Nevada.