no swath of light, no smell of warm wood shavings. A rain-coming scent. Last leaf in wind. Walnuts on the deck bleeding ebony. I
for Lynda Hull “Today everything was glazed with ice after a brief thaw then a plunge in temp. So the news was full of
after the Photographer, Albert Renger-Patzsch for Michael Kinsley Perhaps it’s the absence of color that draws him near to this tree. It is small,