Smoke

mine steam creeps
like a grey caterpillar
across the sky

(Driving to the city yesterday we passed two potash mines pouring out steam. At -20 C this steam quickly freezes into a billowy white trail, and a high pressure system keeps this in a long white line close to the earth. Seeing this made me think of a caterpillar. 🙂 )

steam

Love of the Prairie #6

The Owl

I heard the owl
call my name—at least ask “Who
do you think you are?”

A few nights ago we heard the owl and my husband opened the window. We saw a great-horned owl — the Grand Duke himself — perched in a tree right outside my kitchen window, calling someone. Or maybe just idly wondering?