Down by the Creek by Anne Murphy I love an August evening in Indiana, especially down by a sunlit creek. The mosquitoes are big, but spray keeps them mostly at bay. The breeze picks up as birds sing their young to sleep and crickets say their vespers. The ripples whisper their good night as they…

Prompt:  Nature Poet Mary Oliver carries a small memo-pad in her back pocket in which she records the “felt experience” of her time outdoors, writing down only what her senses perceive, without analysis, explanation, or abstract thinking. For example, on a bright autumn day, Oliver jotted down, “Look, the trees are turning into pillars of…