ryan lives with his wife and 5 children
Ear nose and throat physician
opened practice in Corvallis, Oregon
enjoys cooking, whitewater tandem canoeing, mountain biking, Spanish, and writing poetry
His Mark is a frog leaping from his poem
October in Oregon
Driving down the road in the dead of night and the rains have finally come.
I am the dawn chaser – Madrugador
The pelting drops wiping away vestiges of summer
There is no holding back.
You cannot stay the force of Her colorful changing.
The rivers rise again
I am the leaping frog for the rain.
The smells of dampness
Of wet earth
Moss – awakened again
Falling leaves
Effortlessly shielding the roots of their noble towering maples.
Like brilliant painted hands
Splattered
Mushrooms like silent soldiers arise.
The call from the fire maiden has gone forth
Soon the hearth fires will burn.
I look out my window
Fall