Darkness

Eclipse – day becomes night

nature goes silent

people stand in

 wonder

 

this darkness

has the power to stop us,

make us consider forces beyond

 

We are reminded

we are part of something

greater

than our society,

our technology

 

In the dark we are one

Lessons in Listening - NaPoWriMo #23

I listen to the river

and wonder,

can I ever learn her language?

Or the deep, quiet lake,

or the restless, rushing waves of the ocean.

Can I learn the language of the trees

as they whisper to one another on the wind?

Or the slow language of the rocks,

and the earth and the sands?

I watch the clouds

and listen to the wind,

but there is so much more

than I can grasp.  Still, I love to listen.                               

Elemental

Water, Earth, Air, and Fire,

Building blocks

and also, demolition tools.

Both the over-abundance

and the withholding

of these materials

can destroy

anything,

everything.

 

So why do we not take more care

of the ways we use  

them?

 

And, of course,

they often remind us

of the many ways they are

beyond our control.

 

“Humans,

you are not

Masters of the Universe or

Rulers of the Planet or

Lords of the Land,”

they seem to me to say.

 

We have our place,

along with all the other creatures

amid beautiful,

terrible,

wonderous,

grand, and humble mix of

Water, Earth, Air, and Fire                                        

Everyday Miracles - NaPoWriMo #17

Today smells like spring

the rain is warmer

the breeze

gentler

 

The thick cloud cover

feels insulating, protective,

not threatening

 

Leaves are unfurling

still tiny

still the bright, new green

of young foliage

 

Grasses are greening,

springing up fresh with the rain

 

Last autumn’s dry bulbs

have burst to life

covering the hillsides

with blue and white blooms

 

The trees,

the grasses,

the wildflowers –

they were dead and now they live.

How can you say you don’t believe in miracles?                               

Gone to Seed - NaPoWriMo #12

 Once we were fresh

and tender, young stems

filled with eagerness and

chlorophyll

 

stretching, reaching

toward the sky

filled with passion,

carpels quivering, stamens straining

seed pods full to bursting.

 

But now petals drop,

leaves droop,

stems bend and bow.

Cell walls are no longer turgid.

We wait passively

for the Winds of Chance

to blow us down

or the Rabbit of Fortune

to bite us off at the ground

or the Crow of Despair

to steal our seeds

 

Our green days

are all behind us.

Now we simply wait for

the Keeper of the Compost Pile 

Spring - NaPoWriMo #11

Last week

we had a foot of snow;

heavy snow that broke tree branches.

And yet, my tulips, halfway up,

and Scilla, already blooming,

covered in that same snow

are out today

showy and cheerful and thriving.

 

Spring is relentless.

Try as we might,

it can’t be stopped.

 

Even when it’s painful

even when we aren’t prepared

even when we can’t,

life goes on.       

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