It is now that we draw closeto the crone of winter,to her warm hearthand nourishing…
Category: poems
Celebrating my new book, In the Temple of the Ordinary, a book celebrating everyday enchantment,…
A chill is in the airand Winter’s Queenhas spread her grey cloakacross the land,has stilled…
The buck is back this morning.I watch him picking quietlyand carefullybetween the treescurving antlerslike two…
I wake to the taste of lightningon my tongueand thunder in my bones.My veins run…
Today, I sought the pinesand stonesonce more.Descending into the steep gullyto look for sweet watereasing…
Sunrise is still a persimmon glowstriping the horizon lowbetween the trees.The sky is grayand the…
“…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…