Archive for May 2018

Threshold   2 comments

 

OSU pillars and walkway

 

Fragrance of rain-bruised azaleas on this side, a row of ripening elms beyond.

A petal drops, the hardy elms wave.  Do I hesitate & wait, it’s still not late, or

hasten through the unkept gate before my boots turn to stone

while I drowse in cozy comfort of what I think I know?

Where’s the gatekeeper? Who will be my ferryman?

Even when stuck on this cusp, I know, of course, they are me.

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Silver-bells & Birdsongs   2 comments

Silver bells on the sidewalk

There were birdsongs hiding
There were seeds snowing
There were ants climbing
There were blossoms opening
There were poems drifting
There were memories growing
And we were there

 

Spring   6 comments

Star flower on the forest floor
After
befriending the night,
stars at my feet