A book of poems that serves as a meditation, a questioning, and an invitation to look around to see what is beside you, in front of you and behind you. Have you watched a seed sprout or the leaves fall? Things take time. This collection of poems acknowledges the uncertainties and ugliness that can permeate our senses, but chooses to celebrate and honor the beauty of the ever-changing cycle of life.

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Solstice, December

Quiet

The bears are sleeping

You must choose to do nothing


Facts

I memorize the shapes of the moon.

A much easier task than documenting

the granite and sandstone of these hills.

 

Every place has a name,

Parin

Lackawaxen

Orvieto

 

I try to work out the meanings, but

this world is not one that I can ever begin to understand.

 

Three facts:

The ground is beneath,

the sky is above,

gravity makes it so.


Garden

Morning.

Crow calls.

Listen longer.

Hear the songbirds,

It is you I dream of.

 

When will the last of the rains fall?

 

The birds,

they must build their nests,

sing their calls.

Things take time.

 

If we give peace,

we will have peace.

If we give love,

we will get love.

 

If we spread happiness...

 

Sometimes,

it is difficult.

To place one foot in front of the other,

and to remember:

No matter the destruction,

There will always be

someone, somewhere

who has planted flowers.


The Lightness of Being

This world is not

made of straight lines

or stillness.

Do you notice the sea

water as it moves in and out

carving the shore?

 

I stand, breathing.

The rose hips have dried, but

still hang from the bush limbs.

 

I try not to step on the jellyfish,

for their sake.