Owl Hope

For a poet to be rendered speechless, well,
that takes something out of the ordinary.

Like the Barred Owl who has chosen to roost
on a tall pine in my yard.

I saw the droppings first and the tell-tale pellets
that told me she was—or had been—there.

By |2023-10-25T17:45:02-05:00February 24, 2020|Wild Poems|

Surrender

What if surrendering was the most true and lion-hearted way of being? I know, I know, I hate it too. I shudder as I write these words being no fan of anything that smacks of giving up... or, let’s be honest here, of the sense of not being in control. But some part of me feels the truth of this.

By |2023-10-25T17:45:33-05:00November 21, 2019|Wild Poems|

The Play of Light

Today it’s the play of light:
for an instant, just the tops of trees are touched by morning sun.
Churning grey clouds bring into focus the sun-kissed leaves
turning green hues to glowing gold.

Yesterday it was the breathtaking outline of seed heads–
wild grasses swaying in the […]

By |2023-10-25T17:47:22-05:00October 18, 2019|Wild Poems|

For the Earth Warriors

We are a crafty lot. And when you need to sigh or cry or fall apart there are others here to help you pick up the pieces and begin again. And again. Until we tilt the circumstances or die trying. This beautiful world is worth it. And you, Earth Warrior, are part of that beauty.

By |2023-10-25T17:48:00-05:00September 20, 2019|Wild Poems|

Just as Winter Insists

Snow!!!  And lots of it!

We snow lovers have been waiting
with varying degrees of patience…or not.

But the skies have opened.
Winter finally decided to decorate.
She woke from her long slumber
and brushed the snow from her den.

Flakes came down with steady swirling grace,
crystal upon crystal, until there were inches.
And more inches.  And she’s not finished yet.

Deep drifts cover […]

By |2023-10-25T17:49:15-05:00February 22, 2019|Wild Poems|

The Truth About Ice

Rain. Rain? In Minnesota?!? In winter??!!??

As puddles deepened, the temperature fell.
Clumps of slush froze in place.
Long stretches of ice now shape the terrain.
Even weeks later,
a simple walk requires full attention and a little luck.
Snow has eluded us, so we look out on ice and
patches of frozen grass.

I’m not sure who likes this weather.
It is equal […]

By |2023-10-25T17:49:50-05:00January 18, 2019|Wild Poems|

The Tapestry of Moments

If you live in a part of the world where,
looking out your window right now,
you see leaves in radiant shades
of crimson and saffron,
then, by any means necessary,
get yourself outside.

Look how sunlight or the muted tones of grey
make each leaf glow as they hold fast
or twist in the wind,
drifting and sailing on updrafts
as they make their […]

By |2023-10-25T17:50:41-05:00October 25, 2018|Wild Poems|

Come to your senses

We all have our ways.
Things we do, think, say, or feel
that help us get present again
when we’ve drifted far into the murky waters
of worrying about what’s to come or what has been.

For me, it’s often tactile—
breathing in soft fur
working in the garden
splitting wood
paddling, hiking, biking
rich conversation
the call of an owl
the smell of a pine forest.

But […]

By |2023-10-25T17:51:17-05:00October 10, 2018|Wild Poems|
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