To Myself Ten Years Ago
I feel how tired you arehow overcome with exhaustionfrom the constant tryingthe consistent formation of ideasand idealsnot met by those …
Category Archives: Poetry
November 3rd
Today is the 102nd anniversary of my mother’s birth. Given our stormy history, I have not thought about her very …
Old Person Wisdom
I like this place of zenwhere the Past no longer whispers in my earand my energyis not thrownto some far …
Dry Stane Wall
First there was the open fieldwhere the winds blewand the grasses grewand the sun shone brightlycasting its light over the …
Beach Walks
For being so open and wideit held me so closely thatI never felt separate from it. Whether I walked in …
To All Who Are Rain-Starved
It’s rainingnot a heavy raincertainly not enough rain But it’s the first rain here in months The scent of it …
The Treasure of Ourselves
Like archeologistswe carefully brush awaythat which covers our true naturesifting through the sandsthat have come from other placesother peoplewho would …
Thunderstorm Gardensthe first real hum-dinger stormthis year, so lovely
Love Comes
Love comes unseen and unheardI take to wingcircling and soaringupon the wind Love comes softly and gentlyI am a flowerturning …
Earth Hug
sand slips gently awayfrom my bodymolding a place for mein its firm supportmy cheek warms the cool grains my hand …
Weaving the Magic Thread 