In the morning cast Of sun light After an early hard freeze The palette shifts Dramatically, The Fall glamor gone, Giving way To warmer tones And shades, Tans and browns, Dried flowers, dried grass, Red kinnikinnick, And ebony-branched, Silver green sage, The natural world A visual gift opening Continually Wondrous this river Of light and time.
To the Editor:
On the surface, much of today’s divided political argument boils down to a disagreement over a preferred order of virtues. Should frugality and self-reliance or generosity and community be first in people’s hearts? All in all a sort of a silly question, but virtues carried to extremes do become vices and, with our penchant for projecting negativity onto “others”, the argument becomes pig-headed selfishness versus enabling airheadedness and everyone ends up yelling at one another. Perhaps better discourse would result if both sides were to admit both the positive and the negative we all have within ourselves and work then for the good of all, but isn’t it really about our confused and convoluted relationship with the concept of having power?
From the cabin in Meredith, CO