Roger’s Tree

Roger’s Tree, Geneva, Ohio. When my husband Roger transitioned from this life, his cousins Dean and Ruth gifted the family a baby blue spruce. On Saturday, 34 years later, I got to stand beneath it, hold its living needles, smell it’s piney fragrance. The tree is at least 20 feet tall, healthy and beautiful, and…

In the garden

listen within this moment winging inside a conscious rhythm surfaces in birdsong our breath tree shadows our hearts green dappling light tomato leaf and garlic scent dirt and water the steps we take earth on our knees the whole universe inside us dreams become real a star bursts in daylight the seven sisters whirl across…

White Wings

  Four pelicans Glide white wings through azure sky beneath a morning moon, soaring. They were just paddling a tight circle on a small clear lake, fishing, Moments ago.   Human angels against A backdrop of hate Raised white linen wings fashioned for protection To shield hearts shattered from grief From a raw harshness yet…