Secret Society of Ferns

You spread yourself Across the woodland floor. A colony of answers. A secret society tucked In the woods, born of spores that were born of spores born millions of years ago. Your seed floating from woodland and swamp Through epochs and eras, across continents now divided By water and war. You are a living fossil….

Nobody Wants Hot Cheesecake!

Nobody wants piping hot cheesecake. It’s one of those rare delicacies that must be chilled before enjoyed. You have to mix, measure, pour and stir. You have to taste, make sure it’s sweet, but not too sweet and bake it just right in a spring pan to ensure that it won’t stick and ruin. You…

Black Mask, Red Tomato

A Red Tomato Bursts On The vine Inside oozes Outward Her seeds keeping time Sweet center Remains Salt Deepens the Flavor As Green vines remains ever deepening her favor Young Weathered hand Calloused cracked, worn Reaches out Hesitating Looking for Fruit unadorned Perhaps his Blue eyes Should be Draped In black His Thick hands In…

Home

At the darkest
It is shelter
It is place
place to escape
place to be
myself
alone

No Pretense

It didn’t matter that your hand
was covered with fur
It didn’t matter that you limped
or had an under bite

What it is to be Human… Truth and Doing

Lately, I work with my hands a lot. This desire to create — to feel the musty soil responding to my hands as I bury a bulb beneath the dirt; to cut fresh meats, vegetables and herbs and place them in a simmering pot of broth; to feel a nail sliding through a piece of wood at the command of my hammer– feels primal….

Need and Meaning in the Time of Thanks

The leaves have fallen and their musty scent lifts up from the woods around the house and drapes itself around me like a shawl. The beautiful red maple leaves lie dormant on the forest lawn along side the oaks and birch and lowly locust. Their decay, although colorful and dramatic, usually takes me down a path to a past…

The Insatiable Wind

The storm churned up the all this debris The wind was inconsolable Its appetite… Insatiable In its aftermath… Limbs of trees Leaves strewn across the yard Screen doors torn from their hinges Whole trees lying horizontal Nature spit about like vomit… With hundreds of years of history Exposed Dead and unresponsive Dried up, like the…

Peeking Through

There’s a hole in the trees above my house You can lie on your back in the front yard And look up at the sky through this portal of green…. Or in the fall, the portal frame turns to burnt reds, rusty oranges golden yellows Like a fireworks show Put on by nature… This is…

The Bloom and the Seed

The first frost warning has passed And still our flowers bloom The ones we planted together Purple and yellow and pink… Deep green foliage Mingled with white baby’s breath… Pale pink honeysuckle and purple Lilacs and Rhododendron. The flowers that we planted Years ago… Before, Before it all changed They are still open Oblivious to…