Like clouds casting shadows on the earth, frozen gas bubbles are trapped in river ice so clear, it can’t be seen.
Bones from previous years’ hunts are uncovered as the snow clears.
Nature is what we call the power that continually brings a dynamic earth
and its astonishing life into existence.
The line between land and sky could be drawn by a child with one crayon, but she could never complete a hillside of a thousand yellows. Remove one leaf, one stone, one clump of bunch grass, one acid spray of rabbit brush, one velvet dart, one candelabra of cactus, one dark gathering of sage, or one patch of last year’s lichen on a stone, and the Yellow World dissolves.