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

Wild Poems

When the fog lifts

When the fog lifts

Socked in.
As clouds touch down.
As the sun rises
filtered by fog
to a gentle glow.

The world softens in this light.
It’s the perfect temperature
the perfect humidity to breathe gently. Deeply.

On mornings such as this
we humans have to slow our relentless pace
in order to see.
In order to be seen.

Fog can settle […]

By |September 20, 2022|Categories: Wild Poems|

Being Human

What if we could hear our own soul speak?
I mean, we already do from time to time, right?
A bolt of intuition or a deep sense of knowing comes,
or a feeling of calm wisdom settles upon us.
We can and we do tap into our inner spirit
especially if we make room and […]

By |August 9, 2022|Categories: Wild Poems|

The Light Today

Air thick with humidity.
Sun hazy but blinding still in its glare.
Today holds ease in its harsh light.

Ease in that we best not rush,
the heat will overwhelm.
Move slowly—unlike everything we ever hear
in our human to human exchanges.
Walk carefully, pause in the shade
so that you might drink in the beauty of this […]

By |July 6, 2022|Categories: Wild Poems|



It doesn’t matter how many decades I’ve been doing it.
Every single year, when I plant vegetable seeds
the size of a pin head into soil
I am mesmerized and astonished when they sprout.

Some are tenderly nursed along indoors
establishing some roots before they are set in the garden-
exposed, then, to elements
that […]

By |June 7, 2022|Categories: Wild Poems|

An orchard full of questions

An orchard full of questions

In grasping for answers
–when we hold too tight–
we squeeze the juice right out of the question.

In search of definitive, black and white certainty
we unwittingly plot a rigid path that narrows with each step.
It’s hard not to dig in, once we’ve begun.
To press on, unyielding in our […]

By |April 29, 2022|Categories: Wild Poems|

Mud and Muted Miracles

Mud and Muted Miracles

I’ll be honest.
April is not my favorite month.
The snow is either gone
or too crunchy or punchy to play with.
The ground is still frozen
so garden prep can’t really happen.

It’s a time of in between
known here in the northland
as Mud Season.
Some years are more dramatic than others
but we experience […]

By |April 4, 2022|Categories: Wild Poems|
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