Hour Eighteen 3993 Sun-stroked gardens season stained carpets of variegated color- the clean scent of greenery and herbs a pleasant arousal to the senses. The Chickweeds gather in droves clucking away with banter cleaving to the Cleavers until Evening Primrose. Goats Rue the interruption while…

“Extraordinary in Ordinary”- pick an ordinary object and make it extraordinary. You can do it by giving it some special attributes or a different background and story. I… Am a fan of rocks. Most every kind has something unique about it Take a river stone,…

Untitled   I experience what other people call ‘god’ in a different way. God is tucked away in the mundane. They shine through every inch of nature’s beauty that I see every day. God will dance from start to star as my eyes adjust to…

Jagged beauties! The art of earth and stars made real! Molten crust breathed into sandy caves cools with infinite adagio. Slow and silent. Motionless, if you please, deep beneath the roots of fungi, trees, and dinosaurs, molecules align like soldiers on a quest for perfection….

Growth Twisted, gnarled branches Entwined in growth’s embrace Supporting one another In their small shared space Like these trees are people Supporting independence When we’re little children We need a mentor’s guidance And when we learn a skill We don’t learn alone We help each…

CW: Mild potential body horror throughout the poem Untitled   I don’t plan on having arthritic bones to dig up. No anthropologist will be able to answer if my hips belonged to a boy or a girl. Instead, my ribs will grow a tree. A…

The thundering sound of wind As it rushes past me The “sh, sh, sh” of the trees As their branches sway Rays of warmth and light Dancing across my skin The chirping and clicking Of crawling insects The sweet pitches of birdsongs High up in…

In autumn when leaves blanket my yard I hope unlike most others for rain before I rake The added mess of raking wet leaves is much preferred for it hastens their decay and olfactory air Intoxicating I inhale my youth forest floor of Hanson’s woods…

Moving across the water’s surface Soft breeze dancing across my face Little birds singing their songs Sun rising in the east Come sit here with me Beside the lake And listen Let go Be

I am the river you are the earth steely grey waters bubbling over rocks collecting in the crevices speeding with the current taking me along. I hold tight to your sides as you guide me with gentle hands palm pressed against the small of my…