A few days ago I woke up to six more inches of snow and surprise tracks at the back door. I could see them from the kitchen. I live right in town, and a small town at that. It takes about 2 minutes to get to the country, and even from my back yard I can turn…
Tag: Poetry
Lemon Curd and Other Love Stories
I walked into my bedroom after a busy day today and realized I hadn’t had time to make the bed this morning – a typical daily ritual before heading downstairs. It triggered the memory of the lines of a poem. I wrote it years ago, the day after the man I eventually married left my…
Dawn Through an Ice Crystal Forest
This morning I smiled knowing that whatever else comes my way today I began the day gazing at dawn through the magic of an ice crystal forest
Listening
Listening: In a lyricists’ words of early morning embraced by the rustle of dry leaves all around me, – black sky, crescent moon, and the reassuring stars of comrade Orion on the right – during this time of reflection inward riding upon my souls’ ripples, waves to crests, my spirit asked me to release all…
Late Summer in the Garden
Even after the sun rises, Orion you watch, silent over me I was up before dawn, with the moon and constellations glowing, in a beautiful hot springs with steam rising all around me. The sky lightened and day gave way. Away from home for a short time… Grateful to be there, happy to be back…
Reflections on a gift of watermelon pickle
Isn’t it the memory of watermelons that makes us want to grow them? It is for me. I was in third grade, with a teacher named Ms. Hoover. Ms. The first woman I had ever known who wasn’t a Miss, or a Mrs. Ms. Hoover had teased up hair and big brown eyes that seem…
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…
Corn Dance, vision behind my eyes of an ancient time
the dance begins slowly unheard music is part of the air i was a young man then i wore black crow feathers, black bear hide black paint changed my face my moccassins sang the red dust we each dance in a circle part of the larger circle as the light begins to change my heart…
Pachamama's Beautiful Food 