Almost a month into the new year!
Long time no post. Time plays tricks, especially since lockdown. Here’s a ghazal as apology: A Letter for the Future from Now It’s Indian...
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Hatch Graham & Judy Taylor Graham
Welcome to Somerset Sunset, adventures with our search & rescue dogs and Taylor Graham's poetry
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Last night's full moon
It was shining misty in my eyes as I drove to Placerville. Under its auspices we read poems on “Bring back the light, winter’s solstice...
An elegy
for a piece of Eldorado NF not far from where we lived for 24 years, where we hiked, explored, and trained our search-and-rescue dogs. We...
The Wishing Tree
For WakaFest150 – June 2019, celebration of the arrival of Japanese colonists at Wakamatsu Farm in 1869 – we had a “wishing tree” of...
Gratitudes
Saturday was Open Farm Day at Wakamatsu Farm, with theme of Gratitude. And daughter Heather and daughter-in-law Dana were visiting....
A poem for Raven
What She Left Us Pick up the shredded papers, news in wads the puppy would bat from door to hall. So catlike in her mischief-chase, at...
Remembering the searches
Here’s an old poem refurbished like looking back at a mountain already hazed by distance: October 31 Tonight I dress in bones for the boy...
'Work and Save'
At Friday’s Living History Cemetery Tour I “met” Nancy Ross Gooch (1811-1901), portrayed by Sarina Krastev. Here’s a poem: On Course Born...
Buried History
I’m getting ready for a Living History Cemetery Tour, benefit for our local Save the Graves. I took the tour in 2019 (last year was...
On Shingle Creek
Arriving at Wakamatsu Farm early for Indigenous Peoples’ Day, I walked the trail along pond’s edge the way the egret flew. The Pond This...
Lessons of the land
Here’s a poem in honor of last Sunday’s 100 Thousand Poets for Change, and for this coming Saturday’s Indigenous People’s Day at...
36 years after
This is the anniversary of the Mexico City Earthquake, 1985; magnitude 8.1. Hatch and I with our dogs Pepper and Sardy – along with 11...
Not seeing it the same again
Yesterday we drove South County – our home for almost a quarter century, where the Caldor Fire just roared through. Here’s a poem from a...
Among aspen
The Caldor Fire cut short my summer aspen wanderings. Right now, one of the hot spots is threatening (or has burned) some of the groves....
Just wait
In 1992 we watched plumes of smoke from the Cleveland Fire (24,580 acres burned) off Hwy 50 in the South Fork American canyon, up toward...
Too close to home and heart
The Caldor Fire broke out August 14 in the Middle Fork Cosumnes canyon not far from where Hatch and I lived for 24 years. The house he...
Still wandering the aspen groves
Did the Basque sheepherders find pasture in high meadows west of Carson Pass? Scouting some of the aspen groves, I’ve found lots of bear...
In search of the trail
Looking forward to Marking Their Trail exhibition at Confidence Firehouse Gallery later this month, I wanted to scout out aspen groves...
Catching the Pony
On Friday we watched the annual Hwy 50 Wagon Trail pull in to Pollock Pines – reading horse poems to each other while we awaited its...
Frog in the mop
As August turned to September, 2015, these little guys started falling out of my rag-mop into my bucket – mop hung out to dry on our...
