Irises, Watercolor Sarah Kirkpatrick, Environmental Biology Feathers Kiley Voss, Conservation Biology, Class 2019 Spring Heather Morris, Conservation Biology, Class of 2019 Morning Dew Heather Morris, Conservation Biology, Class of 2019 Trees Do Fall Zachary Smith, Environmental Studies, Class of 2017 [...]
For all the talk of warmth and rebirth, spring is a really ugly season. Trails turn to mud pits and roads to rivers as the thaw begins to take hold, and the brown carcasses of what was left at the end of fall begin to reappear. The ground cover is a layer of partially decayed leaves, and all the damage the winter did is slowly revealed.
Arcturus / Leader of the lucida in their nightly procession, / The key: receiver of lightning
The secondary rain shower / trickles from the leaves of the honey locust
wispy thoughts drift / across the dome of the sky / as I lay here / supported on the warm earth / in the stillness of the / wind
“Many of us would say that we are conscious of our daily activity even though we are not actively watching ourselves executing these actions”
"I pause here only to gather my thoughts, but I am surprised at how much I have already observed."
Staring at blank faces while I speak / they’re like walls, plain and blank and even without interest; / now I’m frustrated and careless but flabbergasted nonetheless / as my tone it gets higher, the pace, it gets faster
“What is it about our need to tell stories, to leave a relic of our voice behind for the world? We speak, but sounds dissipate into the air, ephemeral as our own lives.”