September Song

Summer’s over; autumn’s here; fire season’s over, and the heat wave has subsided. With the diminished risk of sunburn, I set out for a twelve mile hike around the lake– my first long hike of September, finally. Sacramento SunRaises pink and orange huesHappy hippy hike Strolling through the old olive grove, the phrase “gold country”…

Dawn Haiku

First week of autumnDesperate for a long hikeHurry up, sun, rise This haiku kind of just popped in to my head right now, as I am waiting for the sun to rise so I can go hiking.

Short Six Mile Hike

The one thing that actually seems to help my PTSD more than anything is exercise. So, since my mental health has been poor lately, and since I haven’t been hiking enough since I sprained my tailbone several weeks ago, I decided to force myself to go hiking today. I usually love taking long hikes. In…

Serendipity Trail

A Haibun for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge Serendipity Trail isn’t the path that I originally intended to hike, but it’s turned out to be so much better than the one my guide book recommended. Luckily, my goal was to enjoy myself, no matter what. not to simply follow directions. Without whatever misstep…

Wednesday blog and quotes

On Wednesdays, we wear pink. (Not just because it’s a Mean Girls quote, but because I am actually wearing pink right now.) On Wednesdays, I go to trauma therapy, which involves some intentional provoking of flashbacks in order to process them. (It’s hard.) My mind feels like it’s reeling too much to write anything very…

September Poetry Challenge

Tehachapi In Tehachapi, it felt like the wind would blow us off the mountain In Tehachapi, we found dozens of endangered Bakersfield cacti In Tehachapi, we stood at the feet of sky-scraping wind turbines Hiking breezy PCT peaks between Mojave and San Joaquin Scarves over our faces to keep the sand out of our eyes…

Greenish

My entry for Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge: Greenish Ducks in a green Putah Creek, UCD (University of California, Davis) Arboretum. An egret greeting its mate in the middle of a pond on Putah Creek, UCD Arboretum California Buckeye sprout, Sierra Nevada Foothills Macro shot of two mushrooms blooming in moss, Sierra Nevada Foothills Wild Canyon…

Hiking Crown Cinquain

HikingOn Steven’s TrailColfax, four miles each wayNorth Fork American RiverAutumn ColfaxBig attitudeFor a small roadside townThe cashier flashes a fake smileMy way SunriseCoyotes howlGround my feet to the earthNearby squirrels screech from bobcat’s jawsThat’s life RiverEphemeralFierce enough to drown meStrong, beautiful, and powerfulCurrents AutumnRed, yellow leavesMixed among evergreensDesolate wilderness singingI’m home HikingBig attitudeGround my feet…

Scholars

I ask why it’s called Wind Wolves. She says it’s because of the onomatopoeia When the grasses hiss in the wind. “Isn’t that sibilance?” “I think it’s both.” Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #271: “Sibilance” by Sammi Cox

Turn

Tears streamed down my face as I navigated the path behind him, hiking to the sound of nothing but our boots crunching the ice-crusted snow. Gazing from a redwood branch to a sprig of snow plant, I wondered how it could be possible to feel so depressed while surrounded by such stunning scenery. Before we…