my intention, my desire, my secret wish is to simplify life. many men have tried It; we heard about it. It didn’t work. many women have tried It; we didn’t hear about it. (proof enough) It didn’t work. we searched for It in churches and mosques, temples and tall, grayContinue reading “at the ocean”
Category Archives: nature
through my window
the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”
Roses
Many roses bloom in spring; but there is only one you. February 5, 2016
You Are My River
Originally posted on Rivers Renewed:
When we first met, infinity didn’t know we were just hanging on, trying to comprehend the temperament of madmen, their screaming but something happened between us and inside of us, that turned us to the sun even from the first date, it was your eyes it was our heartbeats telling…
Perfection Is A Fiddler’s Dream
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We are all just golden leaves; We are all just fallen petals. thinking back to fall on this post-blizzard day…happy Sunday! xo
on lunch break
how nice it is to sit by the river and unwind, blink by blink. you know your same-old view in the city: skyscraper tree tops that leave you wanting for a chickadee where can I find just one bird? (the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.) I yearn to hear a song; the waterContinue reading “on lunch break”
Rings
It would never have worked out anyway, you and I. . Me, a lonely tree, still sturdy enough to shelter you when there was rain my own pain present in my rings– you wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t made you ask. . You, a fallen sparrow, just looking for a place to stay until youContinue reading “Rings”
Teacher
In times of good and bad I let nature be my teacher. One leaf sways as gently as a summer song, not so I can sing along– but to remind me that I belong in these last pieces of greenery, they are not simple scenery they are our home a good climb upon a hill doesContinue reading “Teacher”
You
So you– you– want to write a poem? Start by walking out your front door and saying hello to every face you meet: bird in the sky, leaf on the lawn, a summer wind falling gently over you and you still– still– want to write a poem? After an over-worked day at theContinue reading “You”
Reaching Joy 