Poetry
virgin homesteader
free spirit
Where We Meet
Due North
home is set square
storm clouds blow due north
carrying all that is untethered
to unplanned locations
while we remain
drenched in the sweat of
heaven’s labor

crepuscule with wind vane
Clematis on the Hill
We Are Who We Are
Fire in Heaven
The Fire in Heaven cooks up a fine feast.
Flowers face the brilliance that reveals me and makes a mirror of Earth.

The first tulip and some early strawberries and me.

Ladies of Spring
The ducks and geese have come, flapping wings and ducking heads
while bees buzz in the blooms of the ladies of spring.

The first bloom of spring.
Winter Green
The garden grows beneath a layer of summer gone.
I combed dry leaves and branches
from parsley, asparagus, iris and lily leaves, green and crisp
and pulled on roots of grass and peppermint, to restrain them.

parsley in the kitchen box