Poetry

Good bye sister dragon fly

I was straightening up the bedroom one mid September morning when I noticed a large bug on the window screen. As I moved closer to see what it was I came within inches of the under belly of a huge dragon fly. I had never seen one from this angle before. Clearly visible were its

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In the Wee Early Morn of Summer

  In the wee early morn of summer while humans and dogs still slumber I awaken to an orchestra of crickets and frogs.   I arise to my chair where I hear the grand fare and notice the progression of song.   In the distance an owl closer a robin begins her soliloquy.   But

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Only in winter do I get to see – February 2002

Only in winter do I get to see What my dog is sniffing On his walks with me.  Bunnies, deer, mice and opossum Have left tracks that must really  smell quite awesome.  His actions tell me there’s value in the find Of a tender morsel An animal left behind.  He wags and rolls and rolls

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In late September I sat – Oct 2006

In late September I sat barefoot, in my pajamas, on the front step of our home looking out into the night sky. Feeling the changing winds, I relished the warmth soon to pass. Crickets sang around me as maple and popular leaves rustled with each passing gust. I took it all in like I did

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The Cicada landed upon the dress – July 2006

The cicada landed upon the dress of the groom’s mother and began to sing.


This Christmas I wish you not a thing – Dec 2007

This Christmas I wish you not a thing – no fancy gift no expensive ring not even a toy of temporary joy   This Christmas I wish you so much less – less guilt and shame less resentment less fear less bitterness and pain   This Christmas I wish you what is very near –

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Most of us don’t feel too holy – Dec. 2007

Most of us don’t feel too holy as we imagine the holy might feel.   But when everyday is Christmas we are much more kind. Little things are big things and the world is more sublime.   A door held open for a stranger a prayer for another in need. Eyes to see the beauty

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From the slaughter house floor to the industry of war – March 2008

From the slaughter house floor to the industry of war Is it just the price we pay for a burger and gas?   We always tell the kids that the choices we make And the actions we take have consequences. Yet we shield them from seeing or hearing the consequences of our collective choices.  

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When I am content and seek nothing new

When I am content and seek nothing new yet delight in all I see I am at home When the sound of my husband’s snoring wakes me up Merlin farts and Little Buddy chases squirrels in his dreams I am at home When morning reveals cedars heavy with snow birds are waiting for seeds and

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February 2006

February 2006 Idle Hours I wish for you the Quiet of a cabin, deep in the woods,