May 18, 2022 | A Mother's Poems
Heart knowswhen it’s time to leave the nest,spread wingsand fly. The nest is soft,rounded, warm,but wings can’t foldfor too longor pleats make linesto mar the colors forming. The air is cold in early springor late fall,yet feathers ruffle in the wind,feel...
May 17, 2022 | Trees on the Wing
I love to see themstand aloneagainst the open sky,as if they chattered with the starslike birds,and danced with gusting windslike falling leaves.Like statuesthey pose,graceful,as if absorbedin some mesmerizing thoughtabout how infinite space abovecan seem so intimate...
May 17, 2022 | Trees on the Wing
I pass the trees each morning—They call to me,whispering in my earas trucks rush by,they wave dark branches at me,and I look, longinglyat how they reach through cloudsto touch the glowing sky,or silver themselves at sunrisewhen grass frostsin early morning dew,then...
May 17, 2022 | Trees on the Wing
You have to knowwhen to set out on your journey,and when to stay home,see what is about to bloom,and what needs clearing.So pull out the rubber boots,the pointed trowel, the rake,the heart shaped hoe your grandmother lovedand set to work.Free the shrubs from...
May 17, 2022 | Trees on the Wing
Coiled,the hills releasein new green grass,wake uprolling,stretch out to the horizon,where the trees,limbs dark against the still dark skywiggle their branches,tingling in early morning mist,and sprigs shoot out,crackling,and birds wing homebuild nests of twigand leaf...
May 17, 2022 | Trees on the Wing
There has to be a zone for spring,for darkness bursting into lighttoo fast for metering,too swift for placing,changing even as you look.That dark limbjust a moment agowas Zone III shadowed,and now is suddenly alight,aflame with desireto bud and sprig and grow,be all...
