the day waits for the truth
for the sun to burnish what is real
for lines to define more than possibilities
for more than hope
Misty morning on Paris Mountain
the day waits
Poetry
the evidence
those who prefer to remain unobserved
still have to be who they are
even when unusual circumstances
reveal where they’re going and where they’ve been
Gooseberry Memory
I thought I discovered
the gooseberry bush but
when I mentioned it of course
he said he had spotted it years ago.
Of course because he regularly mows
the perimeter. But of course
I picked them and I ate them too.
Protect Water Protectors
Will your children drink when the supply
of plastic bottles runs dry
and floats in a dead sea,
devolved from you, me
and the idea of private property?
Turtle Battle
When there are Snapping Turtles in a pond and the pond is in the Carolinas in June and it’s hot and they have the hots, they call it a Snapping Turtle Paddle Battle for the Biggest Babe Blowing Bubbles at the Bottom.
Western Light
muscle structure mulch fertilizer seeds rain wind flowers food fragrance light life
Evening Gardening
When the sun shines from the west
and the trees cast long shadows
across the field
and the ancient aroma of lavender
permeates the memory
of a moment.
Getting Down
from the point of view of a garter snake
moss is a brilliant forest
and perhaps camouflage too
from overhead hawk danger
Greens and Perennial Love
We made choices together years ago. A family has grown on gardens sowed.
Each harvest has been different. We are smarter and more efficient.
Perennial Love.
Sage Crepuscule
This past summer the chamomile popped up and started spreading around while the sage was flowering.
Sweet scent of surrender suggests itself in royal blue.
Sage crepuscule speaks to me of you.