Archive for the ‘The Everyday’ Tag

Tranquil Observer   5 comments

This is our garden guardian, Stumpy, seated at the hub of the known universe, noting the Big Dipper’s clang as it changes its tilt, and watching for the wax and wane of sweet woodruff at his feet.  He has grown more cryptic with time, merging peacefully with lichen and leaf litter. His words are few, the usual mix of earth and sky.
 
 
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                                                                            Celebrate your deep-trailed
                                                                            heart, feather-lined lake
                                                                            star-dropped cares, caught lightly
 
                                                                            Sing your full-bucket
                                                                            song, off-beat rhyme
                                                                            spiraled ellipse, anchored sweetly
 

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.

Beyond the Thicket   3 comments

 

Dream House

In blue-cold current
Downside-up, yellow-bright warm
This river-dream home

Wall and Pillow   2 comments

 

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pulse of ringing bells
new moment, bone-hard burdens
cushioned by feathers

Anticipating Spring   4 comments

 
 
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Old bridge green with moss
Leafless limbs tangled in sky
Meet in reflection
 

Patiently   2 comments

raindrop-on-twig

Stretching the moment
Little raindrop before it
drops; Low clouds, no breeze

Open House   8 comments

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Guests of all magnitudes know they’re welcome in this unshuttered home–

dust motes and moon-rays, snakes, bats, and midnight moths.

Seasoned scents of river grass and smoke never need knock on the unhinged door

before drifting among dry summer nests hidden in walls, crumpled on floors.

Crackling sun, ponderous snow and wild torrents of wind bring this old place,

year after year, closer to original grace, to center of our rocky jewel,

merged and at one with this lovely World.