Tuesday, November 21, 2017

excursion







































i'll see you later
i'm going
out

to walk in oak leaves
freshly
fallen

and watch the brown squirrel
gathering
in


"Nature is man's teacher. She unfolds her treasures to his search, unseals his eye, illumes his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence."
                                                                   ~Alfred Billings Street



Friday, November 17, 2017

sustenance

















autumn seems hungry
this year

late in coming
she is making up for lost time

swallowing up the landscape
quickly

and all the while
filling me

with her ravenous
beauty

"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread. Places to play in, and pray in, where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike."   ~ John Muir

Saturday, November 11, 2017

rhapsody in motion (seeing the birds)

















walking through the cornfield
that evening

i marveled

at how they danced
(as to an unseen symphony)

the little band of birds

high
in the pink 
november sky

then suddenly
they were gone
and i was alone

quieter
wealthier

and maybe 
just a little less
afraid


*Witnessing that little band of birds brought this quote to mind:

"To live content with small means,
to see elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion,
to be worthy, not respectable,
and wealthy, not rich,
to study hard, think quietly,
talk gently, act frankly,
to listen to stars and birds,
to babes and sages, with open heart,
to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely,
await occasions, hurry never,
in a word to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common,
this is to be my symphony."
                       ~William Henry Channing







Monday, October 23, 2017

seeing the bridge that morning


















how can i tell you?

it was like
seeing through 
time itself

like stepping into
a snowy wardrobe

or falling through
a looking glass


"Alice began to think that very few things were indeed impossible."
                           ~Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

Susan, about lucy: She thinks she has found a magical land...in the upstairs wardrobe.
Professor Kirke: (eyes widening) WHAT did you say?
Peter: Um, the wardrobe upstairs. Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside.
Susan: She won't stop going on about it.
Professor Kirke: What was it like?
Susan: Like talking to a lunatic.
Professor Kirke: No, no, no. Not her. The forest.
Susan stares: You're not saying you believe her?
Professor Kirke: You don't?
Susan: But of course not. I mean logically it's impossible.
Professor Kirke: What do they teach in school these days?
                       ~C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

*There is a bridge called "faith" that some can barely fathom, taking those who dare cross, into a whole new world. :)




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
and

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
cascade

called 
mine kill falls

mine
kill?

but she 
was gentle

smoothing jagged rocks
into soft round stones

and in her quiet way
she kept coming
and coming
too


















“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.