Shall I write about trees again?
Another round of people loved and lost?
Should there be a line about that time we
kissed and wept and hated and wept… Continue reading →
today the slushing rain has filled
the yard with thirty-ish finches
all arguing for seed and perch… Continue reading →
wrinkled with sleep I am waiting,
listening to the crescendo —
water coming to a quick boil… Continue reading →
…a stream of hungry mouths, hungry
for green, for sweetness, for that first
delicious bite of soon-summer… Continue reading →
Oh Oatmeal, oh bowl of oatmeal,
you cook up while the coffee brews
two scoops of flattened grain slide in
to just one cup boiling water Continue reading →
An elephant can be tethered by a threadif he believes he is captive. If we believe we are chained by habit or anxiety, we are in bondage.
