this year’s crop – May 23

5.23.2018

kholrabi, romaine, romas

and peppers, zucchini and

cucumbers all for to

share.

 

for wonder and pleasure,

of course for some eating,

as much for the joy

of abundance that’s there

 

some things feel joyous

just so for their doing

some things say life

in their just being here

 

life for the watching

joy for the seeing

thanks for the gifting

of all that is here.

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so much for eden – April 28

4.28.2018

flat calm pond, mated

swans and canadian geese

paddling near one

another

 

bufflehead ducks dabbling

around the edges

and new muskrat

buildings rise

 

calm, calming, serene.

 

two new geese

soar in beautifully o’er

the tree surround

honking their inflow

 

and the scene explodes,

pair number one

bursting across,

flailing at the water

to scream the territorial

imperative.

 

OURS. you be gone.

you leave.

 

so much for eden.

we should have known

from the coyote scat

along the path.

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melting melting – April 17

4.17.18

melting, melting, winter

melting except

that it’s a month too late

and the birds who snuck

north now cluster around

feeders like mother’s teats

lest the chill take them

down.

 

sun like august, ground for

february, dateline april

all unwound.

 

when we walked out to

get the car it slid out

from under us, feet

moving in all directions

from where we trod;

 

I watched a bird peck

at whatever it could find

on the porch, anything that

even made believe that it wasn’t

snow.

 

I think I’ll just wait

and see if sanity returns

before I do.

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word turns – March 3

3.30.2018

the words took a left turn

on me today, my brain

seeing them but not

registering.

 

what does that one mean

when do I take it,

pills, pills, the grouping

that grows

 

as one thing then

another goes twink

and we get another

scheduled.

 

lying there my mind

seizes up. which is

which; I can read

them

 

but not understand

the order that they

follow. these two

then those two

 

or was it those other

two, or this and that

combination, oh

my.

 

dear Lord, maybe this

is a foretaste of how

it might be when

when, when….

or soon, or now, or..

 

I’m not ready.

but then

we never are.

 

for all our lives

we must trust

le bonne Dieu.

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missing the box – March 26

3.22.2018

Old cat Rosie

is missing the box

piddles on the floor

poops on the carpet.

 

Catzeimer’s, the vet

says, her skinnier

everyday body

letting go.

 

Honor thy father

and mother we’ve

been told, so that

our days may be long

 

So that we are not put down

or out when we too

have forgotten

where to aim.

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the angels have come back – March 22

3.22.2018

the angels have come back

although they hadn’t

really gone

 

just out of my mind

until I needed to get

close, and the divine

 

felt so far away, and

then they were there.

 

accessible.

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squirrel footprints – March 19

3.19.18

squirrel footprints up the creek

the snow melting melting

away the witches

of winter.

 

soon baby Jesus and the Wises

will be risen up out of

their frozenness,

just in time

for Easter.

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