Tuesday, October 10, 2017

observing the falls, a two part poem

like grief (part one)

i saw niagara
last week

i heard her roar

and tiny were the  birds
swooping near the bottom
while her waters 
rushed over


Grief has to be worked through.  It is like walking through water.  Sometimes there are little waves lapping about my feet.  Sometimes there is an enormous breaker that knocks me down.  Sometimes there is a sudden an fierce squall.  But I know that many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it."  
~Madeline L Engle

*Those tiny little birds at the bottom of the falls were inspiring. They kept flying in and out of the spray, in and out of the roar, in and out…..

like comfort (part 2)

later that week
in the catskills
we found
a small

mine kill falls


but she 
was gentle

smoothing jagged rocks
into soft round stones

and in her quiet way
she kept coming
and coming

“Beauty is essential…..sometimes only beauty helps.”  John Eldrege 

“As long as i live, i’ll hear waterfalls, and birds, and winds sing.”  John Muir

*I’m with you John!  (with both of you!) :)

Monday, September 18, 2017

small decision?

that day,
being tired and low
i decided to go
to the rose garden

and there
spilling out 
in the cool of the morning

were petals
upon petals
upon petals

"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.  There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature, the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter."  
                                                          ~Rachel Carson

Friday, September 8, 2017

along the road

what is it
about berries
in fall?

the bittersweet sight
of the bittersweet

the hawthorne's
welcome home

"Everything is restless until it comes home."  ~John Bate

*Recently I have been re-reading the story of the prodigal son. I am reminded again that we have a Father who watches and waits for us; who runs out to meet us and welcomes us home.

Monday, August 28, 2017

if only

wouldn't we like to

make a small bird

let a nothing girl
she is not nothing

turn back
the rushing

we too, weep,
looking out on our own

Thinking today of all the people in and around Houston. "If only...."

"As He approached Jerusalem and saw the city, He wept over it."  ~Luke 19:41

Friday, August 11, 2017

interrupting the routine

i left the laundry behind 
and the pickleball

traded them 
for dew on leaves
dragonfly wings
and the garden’s other 

i drank eagerly
of her cup

juice of zinnias
dripping down 
my chin  

"Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue."
                                          ~John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

"Oh, taste and see...."  ~Psalm 34:8

Saturday, July 15, 2017

the leaves of yesterday

the curve of them
catches my 

their lines

calm and quiet

"Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart. "

                                                   ~Winnie the Pooh

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

pain and pastel (a two part poem)

like a river birch in the rain
she bows low

pain dripping
from her branches

the soil below 
soaked in sorrow

*This morning i ask myself, “is there anything i can do, (anything at all) to ease the sorrow of my friend.” Words are hollow this day. Maybe a bit of color can lift her head, if even for a moment. Shall i send her a watercolor? Then…..

the questioner 

can you
paint her a 

can your pastel
give promise

to her pain?

*And my answer is no. 

yes, i can send color and kindness. Yes, i can let her know she is “seen”.