Category: Nature
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2019, my Dad and coming back
2019 was a year that was filled with loss for me and my family – a dear aunt, my step mother and then Dad. I have not been able to write much, but am now ramping up for NaPoWriMo. Plus, I am beginning a yoga teacher training and have promised to rekindle my writing practice…
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Pond and Brook
I leave my Pond and Brook by the bedside, with its buzzing mayflies, fin-splashed surface, amoeba-soaked beach, and head downstairs, to ease myself through churning email where minor decisions flutter across dry laminate. All the while the mayflies await my return, and chatter through their own webs of consequence.
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The hill faraway
The hill stands innocent as it always has – empty now, or perhaps drowsily crossed by weekend strollers. What is left of you there, your fellow soldiers: the mud of your steps, blood melting the snow? I breathe in here, where I am now, and wonder if walkers there breathe you in. I ask if…
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The history of my way through water
Does water remember as I make my way across her on this diagonal again? I clear a wake, paddles’ light splashes, this side, then the other. She self-heals in a moment or two, yet I wake-splash on. Tomorrow it will be the same – me launching out, she self-healing. I like to think she takes…
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Geraniums (revised, again)
It begins with the scent of geraniums, bitter and hard, and my grandmother telling me not to touch because she is afraid I will pick them. I wonder how this flower so harsh on my nose could be the crown of her patio. It begins with the scent of geraniums, bitter and metallic, and the…
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White rose in November blooming
as if you cannot wait for the snow, as if you open wide to remind us that November holds both summer and winter. We learn from you to prepare for any crazy thing, to carry our burdens lightly so we might dare to bloom if given even half a chance.