2022 Poem Thirteen

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…

Smoky Quartz

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….

Hour 11 – Growth – Image Prompt

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…

2022 Poem Three

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…

Nature’s Symphony

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…

Decomposing

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…

The Lake

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

Water And Earth

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…

Getting There

Invited to run with daughter — LOVE the daughter, Jenny May. I admire her physical activity level — she is 20-some years younger.   But, no, running is not comfy for me. I prefer the pace at which I can see the variety of weeds,…

Summer of then

I remember searingly when I need to and when I don’t days of youthful summers grandparent’s lake home woodlands of northern Minnesota Only child only grandchild given free rein to roam explore discover understand all on my own terms I remember searingly when I need…

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