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Room with a View

Room with a View

The sky was the ocean The view a harbor The clouds ships of all shapes And sizes sailing by Some big enough to lay shadow across the room Some small The pasture of lush green rippled as the wind Rolled over it and pushed the white fluffy sails The oaks sparse, waved lovingly to the passers by While the … Continue reading

The Susquehanna In-Between

The Susquehanna In-Between

A heavy sky on the river today Yet she does not know it As usual her beauty doesn’t hold back She guides the fallen leaves Dropping them in perfect places Where their nutrients will help Bring us the next spring Her rusty plants soon to be trampled by the coming storm A playhouse for this … Continue reading

Shades of Harvest

Shades of Harvest

pastels span the horizon at blurred angles shades of the harvest season have arrived as the cool air beckons the sun to bed early soft pink, misty blues blend into dulling greens rusty yellows sprinkle the fallow fields change is upon us

Rest

Rest

when I closed my eyes you weren’t there anymore the suffocating knot of a mess washed away by deep courage and care breathing comes easier reawakened through rest

Happiness

Happiness

nurture your happiness the most gentle of flora surrounded by, competing with a forest of disturbance shelter it from the storms visit it in the cold nourish it after the last frost be proud of its courage to exist shine your love across its valley honor its sensitivity this is what makes you whole this … Continue reading

The Meeting

The Meeting

the floor beckoned me for a meeting like a long lost friend my aching body met its call stretching tall breathing deeply swinging gently forward remembering our connection once again a visit long overdue

With Grace

With Grace

she waits for years each coarse piece journeys from the north tumbling meandering pulled by the rapids shoved, scrubbed rubbed until rough edges shine smooth she guides them in with grace to adorn her westerly shore

Your Suitor

Your Suitor

the fairytale sits at the river’s mouth where water slips down the mountain where clouds encounter the horizon where the rapids clean your bare muddy feet where the wildflowers pick you where the skippers rest upon your hand the fairytale begins when you recall that the earth is your suitor

Cultivate

Cultivate

till your heart so deeply you cry colors of joy work the weeds of your soul gently amend each thought each story until your rolling hills run lush and gold harvest with kindness through the spectrum of the past through every season cultivate this practice with bold respect for your sacred edge

Patience Persists

Patience Persists

sitting beneath your spores of potential conspire greatly patience persists waiting not needing to know for nature knows when to nurture perfect degree perfect dampness perfect earth perfect time is here you sprout with speed you grow into the home that’s been waiting all along

Yosemite

Yosemite

who knew you existed no one could tell me until I saw beyond majestic your trees mystics on earth your peaks draw heaven closer your valley descends with strong soaking power breathless unimaginable speechless an immeasurable gift to my soul

One Mile Back

One Mile Back

memories stir unworthiness appears wanting to understand searching for an answer converse with your worth see understanding bears no resolve agree that timeworn reflection stays one mile back find your answer nowhere but right here in surrender

One Moment

One Moment

only one moment to notice breathtaking love fed by the joy of butterflies fluttering on the sweet bounty of blooms only that moment to breathe to smile to appreciate the perfection of what is on the outside to heal the inside

Potential

Potential

young minds race old minds teach strangers become acquaintances acquaintances become friends an endless view the river shows vast potential

This Afternoon

This Afternoon

jeweled damsels tango tightly for their territory of leaves along the runway of the creek big and small flies investigate and annoy tiger swallows and monarchs play in the joe-pye black juicey berries beg to be picked but the wrens yell prickly stay out of my bush

Pokeweed

Pokeweed

   snowy dangling flowers twirling round transform green to deep indigo poked fruits that local singers gladly sow in the rough fallow edges

Embraces

Embraces

the mist embraces the tender mountain without question of what came before the delicate drops offer understanding the resistant woodland hears acceptance together they meld nourishing one another slipping into the night sky

The Storm

The Storm

we’ve been waiting for you hot sticky irritable cruel now you are here strong bold rumbling cool breaking the tension you envelop us

The Wall Spoke

The Wall Spoke

the stairs descend along a wall overlooked each day but today today the wall spoke to me its cold emittance grabbed my soul I heard the peace of a hundred years felt the patience of family the love of tradition and understood the respect for waiting

Evening Seat

Evening Seat

pieces of the river so subtle and clear reflections from the sky a contrasting mirror smooth as glass water lays as a surplus of dimples float gently my way a warm wind rolling over turn the trees to to heaven’s ear greens hands in agreement reach up and cheer dragonflies jump around song sparrows connect … Continue reading

The Cicada in the Sumac

The Cicada in the Sumac

this morning I strolled in to an amphitheater made of trees a dull sound, so sonorous buzzed through the leaves chirps, gawks and trills added accent, added depth culminating to a symphony of expressive, natural peace who was this new visitor that invoked such sweet melody my eyes and my ears wanted proof I could … Continue reading

The Bumblebee

The Bumblebee

a web of white, washed green highlighted fragrant violet in the midst of concrete in the middle of town a little town of its own for the gentlest of visitors who flurry and feast floating around its webs of blossoming leaves trading gifts with his host the most impressive of bees the bulbous, round brute … Continue reading

The Pigeons & the Bridge

The Pigeons & the Bridge

the old bridge sits atop the lazy Susquehanna a crown of history with thorns burned, broken and rusty so rough and so worn but alas some bumbling birds have made it their home ineloquent, florescent gray doddlers they are the burned ties the perfect place to strut flirt and roam