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Springtime in Durango

It’s springtime in Durango and the La Platas still have snow. The grass is turning green again but not enough to mow. Blossoms are clinging to lots of fruit trees, please Lord, don’t let the...

Ponder the Ponderosa

Ponder the ponderosa pine. Sticky, scented sap, Tufted-eared and twitchy-tailed Gray Albert squirrels. Curious crows. Whispering, whirling, whooshing Wind through weathered branches. Tall to...

New moon red-eyes overhead

New moon red-eyes overhead Two Ay Em in the dark and awake Windows open to the rumble of frogs in the marsh And the gearing of trucks on the distant regional highway And every now and again ...

Moon

Standing on the deck of the night ferry From La Paz to Mazatlan. A clear sunset; we’re headed southeast. The sky goes from light blue to purple And it holds that color for what seems Like fo...

Storms Pass By Unknown

Storms pass by unknown but for dark clouds and strong winds. Tears were not sprinkled. Ed Lehner Durango ...

‘Colorado is not Yellowstone Park’

At the August 1989 wildlife commission meeting, I served as chairman. One of the agenda items was the reintroduction of grizzly bears and wolves. The wildlife staff's opinion was that Colora...

To My Sons

I was sitting in traffic when I first heard the German word - “fernweh” (homesickness for a place you’ve never been) And then I had a name for it And I cried, right there in the exhaust and ...

The Beautiful Earth

The trees are blooming full of delicious smelling flowers. The bees are zooming around like raindrops on a rainy day. The days are getting longer and the sun doesn't go down until 8 p.m. The...

Bears have party with garbage

Last night, one or more bears had a party in my driveway with your garbage. Yep, the bears are out and hungry! So, please, neighbors on County Road 203, put your garbage cans in an enclosed ...

Enough already with the poems

Can people please find a different outlet for their poetic experience than the Letters to the Editor section of the newspaper. And can the newspaper please stop publishing the constant barra...

Her Hands

My hands look like her hands. My knuckles remind me of a mountain ridge in the La Platas. I see more brown spots and veins that look like the running river called Animas. My hands look like ...

In Praise of Family Trees

Slight yet strong in bearing Natural by design Bent a bit by time in shapes as complex as the seasons and simple as the rain. They stand through ages Sun-drenched and dark their branches spa...
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