I bet you've noticed. It's not early spring anymore. Trees are almost fully leafed out now, and gardens are beginning to flower in earnest. Here at Darkwood, the Black Pheobes are nesting, and my beloved favorite-of-all-time Wood Thrush has settled in for the summer. It's …
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poems for spring
raindrops hanging from branchesstill winter bare.longer lightcoaxes growth.a season of surfacing.*** the luck ofa warm day in early springisgetting to clean out the ashesfrom the woodstove.*** Greet the world,beaming through the bare trunksgolden, goldenglowing, glowing (this is a …
Wild Timing
I live in the wild. I don't have any grass, nor even daffodils. My "yard" is a rhododendron thicket with native dogwoods, towering poplars, and all manner of hardwoods and conifers. And almost nothing is budding yet. In town, there are streets lined with the most wonderful …
Sprouting
Today the Earth floats level and we marvel at the phenomenon of balance. Tomorrow is the first day of the light half, when days are longer than nights for the first time in half a year. It's time to celebrate! And notice. I have a Spring Equinox poem for …
beginning to write
I have filled so many journals in my lifetime they are amassing like building materials—adobe bricks, packed peat moss, ice blocks for igloos. I started writing in journals when I was a kid, & began by emulated The Diary of Anne Frank, addressing my journal as she did …