They are so high in the laddered hemlocks fairy wings torn, dressed up pirate angels unaware of my watching them, caught up in their courage & gleeful ascent. Beseech you, mother of backyards protect my daughters when I can no longer reach them. Wrap them in green and gold. Repair those wings that they may … Continue reading Aisling (day 25)
Restless (day 24)
The wind blew in this early morn like dear Persephone’s breath emerging from the dark world dank, her metaphorical death The wind blew in this Springtime day like baby’s fingers in my hair then mounting drama blew as hard as shiny trumpets blare The wind this afternoon is warm, it’s bland, like un-drunk tea a … Continue reading Restless (day 24)
On Day 23
They traipsed up a rocky mountain path. searching for summits and hot spring baths. A photographic nuptial the perfect spot? No lack of options most certainly not, but the accommodation, the food, the whole gold coin lot made them tremble chilled through next to glacial streams then pause in the process turn to practical dreams. … Continue reading On Day 23
Springtime Ghazal
The dove’s nest, eave-tucked, all messiness Front door watcher, quiet eye, messiness We pick up treefall, the winds of march were brutal Stoop, bend, pile for fires we burn away messiness And still the dovemilk feeds a fragile brood, and parents Trade off day and night, a system free of messiness We hope the cats … Continue reading Springtime Ghazal
Wait (day 19)
Wait! Before you go before the wild horses of your desire, your steamroll do-it-now- make-it-happen nature kicks in, your leap- before-look move- ahead fire- in- your belly- hungry starshine beast-baby hollers for more more more take a minute take a breath to ponder the necessity of all you think you need to know or have … Continue reading Wait (day 19)
5 Answers in Search of A Question
I In a frozen field geese seek last year’s seed. II Seed a story of all you left behind nourishment in dirt. III Dirt beneath your nails. remnant of ancestral hunger. IV Hungry for answers you speak with ghosts, attune to shorelines. V Shorelines draw the distant eye messages on birdwings sandscratch, wave.
Afterwinter
NapoWriMo Day 2 2022 birds pass above us at twilight & another in-between shifts a season these migrations melt us Earth decides its nudges its promises its takebacks in snowy returns & tee-shirts come out too soon our arms weary from re-donning sweaters that still carry February's funk and firesmoke reach for broken branches on … Continue reading Afterwinter
Day 30 Here
If you ride this wind to blue waters stand there. Dip your toes. Squeeze your eyes shut. Say “here” then say it again. We’ve heard it before but I’ll say it again: a life can blow right through you if you don’t stop on your way from here to there to feel all the the … Continue reading Day 30 Here
Day 24 My Grief
Common, hidden hunted by snakes and large birds of prey my grief escapes in scurrying spirals tucks deep in a Poplar crevasse and in the dark, deep at night she sees the shape of hidden things with huge nocturnal eyes looks and looks before she leaps she trusts the mechanics of her outstretched arms the … Continue reading Day 24 My Grief
Old Trees, Level Distance
Based on an 11th Century Landscape by Guo Xi NaPoWriMo 2021 Preview Prompt: Ekphrasis Friend, I’ll meet you on the bridge In the mist shall we walk together? Last year we were young when we said goodbye Now our hands resemble twisting branches You stoop where once you stood tall, jacket threads trailing My hair, … Continue reading Old Trees, Level Distance
Early Morning Poems 