Autumn equinox blessings to you. Our hearts are many. Our dreams radiate – Our task is to shine, and merge with the turning leaves, the drying grasses – the digging squirrels, the beets still growing in our gardens. Merge with the sunsets, arriving sooner every day. Merge with the darkness, and find the stars, luminous…
Tag: Poetry
Today was quietly spectacular
Today was quietly spectacular, walking by the ponds, hearing the trilling song of red-winged blackbirds returning, my heart soothed by beauty.
It Feels Like Chilies in Adobo
It Feels like Chilies in Adobo the birds came walking birds came walking birds came walking over the drift of dried grasses into fence No where to go but up they whistled to each other and it sounded like a choir tuning up in heaven from the look of things they left and aren’t…
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…
On Summer Solstice
On Summer Solstice Let there be a ceremony of Light in our hearts. Let our bodies move like sunflowers turn … turn, turning towards sun so there is this refracting, impossible burst, receiving, receiving it, and then Light bends, through deep recess, hiding places, stoney blocks of our histories: just like that flat out shining…
Haiku for a Tomato
Salsa, concasse ketchup, paste: tomato juice smeared, over my face
Snow Goddess Sings
Snow goddess sings in mallard wings through frosted dawn. Wink of another moon she paints across eastern skies and a new season rises. Reflected in whirled ice she lounges by creek bank in snowdrifts, coaxing, teasing water with old stories until it gurgles, chortling beneath solid surface. Snow goddess ecstatic in blizzard becomes the oak…
Today i walk inside a peony
Today i walk inside a peony she is calling me– this beautiful flower, i hear her amongst morning sounds of waking birds and wind and her fragrance plays a song which opens my heart i breathe and her song becomes a balm of light entering my body i climb this soft path into creation i…
Haiku for a Melon
Grow mightily sweet in these dog days of summer, dream big, wee melon!
The Refuge of a Pumpkin Flower
When the beauty one encounters is so vast it defies description, I wonder if my heart, beaming strongly through these words is enough to portray why witnessing the refuge of a pumpkin flower awakened me?
The Promise of Plums
The promise of plums like glowing constellations spark the midday sky
Little Signs, Pachamama and the Smell of Spring
Pachamama, we can only witness — your inspirations welling up green and bright when light stirs you fragrant into spring. Overheard rhetorical question in the tiny Paonia post office this morning, a 55 degree day before another winter storm tonight: “Spring is on it’s way – eventually, right?” And then the rugged questioner turned, gray bearded and smiling,…
Like a Raccoon – Washing Potatoes for a Frittata
Sometimes mornings are like this: Like a Raccoon: Washing Potatoes for a Frittata Holding the potato under running water I turn it, over and over finding the little eyes, then my fingers working to flick them off, cleaning my own eyes not watching – there, but gazing off to the left the brightness of the kitchen door…
Pachamama's Beautiful Food 