Atop snow-clad peaks
still I hear
the chorus of frogs

In June of 2011 I went on a birthday trip to the Mt. Adams National Forest. Much to my surprise, though it was summer back at home, here the ground was still covered with snow. The roads were blocked, and served as passageways only for elk and the solitary travelers who moved forward by foot. Still, I observed the first signs of the coming spring: yellow glacier lilies, whose slender profile added color to the world; skunk cabbage, producing heat and warming its way through the snow; and gentle trickles of water, signs of ice melting and thawing snow.

I spent four days in this wilderness camping in a tent, heating lentils on a portable gas stove, and taking meditative walks in the snow. This slim collection of poetry and prints was inspired by this journey.

I make my home
in this world
of strange beauty