Wild Poems2023-02-22T11:23:52-06:00

Wild Poems

Spring Play

If seasons were a four act play early spring would be the star of the second act: the shifty character that slips in and out of scenes, sometimes bright and lively stealing the show, other times lurking almost menacingly in the background.

By |March 21, 2016|Categories: Wild Poems|

Solstice Blessing

There is a pause now this quiet Solstice time before light slowly lengthens. The temptation, to count the days. To hold our breath until daylight stretches into evening early morning forcing back the darkness.

By |December 23, 2015|Categories: Wild Poems|

Thanksgiving

For the peace and promise of a sunrise. The quickening of breath that comes when we take in the beauty of our surroundings. For the mystery and humility of daring to see how we are all connected.

By |November 24, 2015|Categories: Wild Poems|

Unseasonable.

That's what they call it. When we in the north find ourselves in shirt sleeves in November. It feels like borrowed time. A chance to finish up fall chores that we thought would be missed.

By |November 6, 2015|Categories: Wild Poems|
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