Sunrise is still a persimmon glowstriping the horizon lowbetween the trees.The sky is grayand the…
Category: poems
“…much of life
is about flinging our hearts
open to uncertainty,
about extending our hands
into mystery,
and about having
the courage to let Life
live us
in full.”
“…we need to extend our hands
past quirks and differences
and calendars that fail to match
to hold on anyway,
that we need to attend
to our place in the web
and to the threads of those beside us
and around us.
We are all in this together.
Remember how it feels…”
In the morning,the woodpeckers are quiet,sitting expectantly in the treetopsas the sun rises.Later they will…
To touch the chord of the sacred
that chimes in the heart and bones
so that other people are inspired
to pay attention to the small magics
and everyday enchantments
of their own lives.
“I’ve written before of being in
an autumn snowglobe
and though I try to think of another way to describe it,
that is truly how it feels
to stand with your head
tilted back
laughing into the blue sky
as the leaves come drifting down around your shoulders.”
Oh, October,your golden lightand cool mornings entrance me.There is a hint of cinnamonon the breezeand…
This morning I satwith the black cat on my lapand breathed the first breathsof October.The…
Today it is red headed woodpeckersthat delight me,wings white ovalsand heads rich redas they slip…
The turning of the seasonal wheelis a feast for the senses,sometimes it seemsall I’ve doneis…