“Forgive the dead year. Forgive yourself. What will be wants To push through your fingers.” ~ Marge Piercy, “The head of the year” Forgive yourself… Isn’t [s]he the hardest person to forgive of all? I’m still waiting for her to make amends The future is not ours to see or to make or to bend…
“The moon is dark tonight, a new moon for a new year. It is hollow and hungers to be full. It is the black zero of beginning.” – from”Head of the Year” by Marge Piercy – Yes, it’s a new year but I have the same old morning ritual as always… Make coffee. Grab…
Whatever meaning This time of year holds for you Whether it’s entertaining Seeing your house become a zoo Or thinking of people lost And feeling kind of blue I wish for you love and peace In all your many days Whatever happens good or bad Remember, it’s only a faze Tomorrow’s a new day It’s…
Canvas Stark white Untouched My horse looks dubious Perhaps there’s a reason This place lies untraveled Powder over ice? Frozen ridges to trip on? Who’s to know? He isn’t the one Who wants to find out But I ask And he moves Does he trust my judgment? While I do not? So far so good…
Let sleeping dogs lie. That’s what I’m thinking as I look at Latte snuggled next to me. She is flexing her toes and readjusting herself from being curled up into a basketball to stretching like an archer’s bow. Java is curled up next to Steve on the loveseat. She appears to be enjoying the blanket…
Nowthen Threshing Show Can’t be beat In the Master Gardener Booth So many people to greet I’m supposed to answer questions But I learn more than I teach Surrounded by seasoned gardeners Who practice what they preach My favorite thing Seeing developing Monarchs But they’re in danger, like the bees We need to change our…
