Wild Poems
For All
Thanksgiving greetings to all of you from The Wild Institute. As I considered posting the annual Thanksgiving Wild Thought, I found myself pausing, not quite able to just post it as we enter into our 2nd Thanksgiving with Covid19 still so prevalently in our midst.
My wish for […]
Breathing Fire
The maples steal my breath
with glowing leaves the colors of fire.
Likewise the birch
golden against deep blue sky.
Walk among them now
on a crisp sunny day.
Inhale the shades of red, yellow, and orange
until, in your exhale, you could almost breathe fire
from the glory of the colors and scents of autumn.
We could be […]
Re-Wilding
“Hope is the thing with feathers,”
so says Emily Dickinson.
“When despair for the world grows in me
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and
I come into the peace of wild things.”
Borrowed, of course, from Wendell Berry.
When we need propping up
after, or maybe […]
Spring Polarities
Spring Polarities
It’s the freeze at night, thaw by day cycle
of early spring that gets the sap flowing.
Freezing creates negative pressure that condenses cells in the tree.
Thawing causes positive pressure, which expands those cells.
The sugary sap of the maple thus flows up and down the tree.
Syruping is a ritual of spring […]
Insurrection
We humans are quite a mess these days.
Ranging from blind rage to unsettled to terrified.
Maybe we’re always like this, but right now
we seem particularly public in our display.
What are we to do with this onslaught of emotions?
I ask myself that a lot these days.
How am I to hold this turmoil
in […]
Owl
She’s not there all the time.
Just enough to keep me looking up.
I round the corner at the back of the yard
where the tall pines grow,
approaching, always, with hushed anticipation.
Just in case.
Sometimes she’s there
roosting on the limb
that must be the right combination
of cover and room to land and take off.
Even the […]
