Spring Poetry

How to Love, Honor and Respect Mother Earth

In honor of Mother’s Day and Earth Day, I have asked 2 friends for their input on how we can love, honor and respect Mother Earth. I could not have said it better myself. Let’s start off with an amazingly beautiful poem.   Changed By Life by James Kelderhouse. Trees, creeks, gardens, lakes, and bluffs,

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An Ode to You, Asparagus May 2004

An ode to you, asparagus, A friend suggested that I write – though Moon Dog doesn’t sell you, Deerings Market might.                                                                                                                               Of course you’re not as  famous as that morel mushroom guy – which people hunt like diamonds underneath the cool spring sky.                                                                                                            But this artist guy my  sister knew,  living in a

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What if We Really Knew? April 2004

What if we really knew that life is not about easy answers but how we live with the questions? That happiness is not the goal rather our ability to accept with compassion and equanimity all of our feelings? That the business of selling is not about how much we can scam from another but how

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When Everything Unfinished is Ok May 2006

When everything unfinished is ok (if only for a moment) I stop what I’m doing and step outside to notice the splendor of spring I rejoice When the morning sun reaches under the cedars and the wind off the lake is calm the gentle, rich fragrance of violets hangs in the air I breathe deeply

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Flying Mice

When the sun kisses the trees and its getting harder to see  A strange thing begins  To happen to me   Something swoops past my ear And arouses some fear   Too fast for a bird At this time of night No flapping of wings Just a whoosh out of sight   The bats are

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When spring is but a promise

When spring is but a promise, I remember the color of green and feel the warmth of the sun reflected in the melting snow.   I hear spring peepers and imagine tadpoles abundant on the grassy edges of our pond.   When the last snow falls (is it the last?) I welcome back the robins

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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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April 2001

Voices from our pond so clear mingle with melting snow. Promises of life so dear in spring begin to grow. Tadpoles, horsetails, mint and willow call out in nature’s chant. Sacred sounds that resonate and in my heart still dance. From Walden Pond to my back yard, from the heart of God to mine. I

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