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 time to give …
joy
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 blooming …
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 you.SproutingLet the new life arrive.Let it …
dear Anxiety
Being a creative is awesome.Except when it's not.I've been a creative my whole life; filled with ideas for projects, things to express and say, ways to collaborate.My sun is in the 5th house and you can tell.But with creativity comes this other thing. This crippling, confusing, poorly-timed …