It’s subtle, yet so skilled in combat, It gets you before know it. It creeps up behind you And pins your shoulders together. It touches...

What’s not there anymore haunts the landscape, Even if it was torn down a hundred years ago. The railroad to Sutro Baths still chugs;...

In spring, a solitary heron waits, By the path that leads down to the pool, To swallow gophers, blind about their fates. Oh, Nature is...