Category: Nature

• City river

  How its surface hides the undulation on its bottom; how its edges spill over and are spilled over into. How as it is fed by another, the water tumbles, turns over broken concrete slabs; how herons perch there, oblivious. How when the tunnel overflows with rain, it releases a stench into the summer breeze that…

  Jenifer

  November 29, 2014

  Chicago, Childhood, Muse, Nature, Robert Frost

  poetry

• Book of changes, i

  The sun was bright today, but not enough to keep the lanterns lit tonight. Bare tree branches in tangled knots streak the black blue sky, scraping the air as they sway. If I had thought to prepare, it would not strike so hard that we will spend months waiting for a new set of leaves…

  Jenifer

  November 11, 2014

  Aging, Dying, Memory, Nature, Public, Seasons, Veteran’s Day

  poetry

• Bunkhouse mornings

  The forest floor crackles, catching dribbles from above. A breeze shifts, fresh spray showers the twigs and dried leaves. I can smell that rain and those damp, quieting mornings, cool moss under my feet. The blue jay’s harsh, long cawk, intrusive. Why did they not swoop down on us? The breeze builds through high branches,…

  Jenifer

  October 28, 2014

  Childhood, Garden, Meditation, Memory, Muse, Nature, Pentwater

  poetry

• My window at night, viii

  Mostly afraid the rain will stop, spattering on pavement and irregular bricks, wind flourishing through wet leaves, taking its time, coming in time, hollow pounding on garbage cans. I hang on random drips echoing in corners of the side yard, longing for its everlasting.

  Jenifer

  October 4, 2014

  Aging, Childhood, Dying, Love, Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Nature, Seasons

  poetry

• Francisco stop

  Francisco stop Cool, damp dawn air, soft thuds of platform planks, long row of barely kept garages, the alley easement, weedy vines finding life on the chain-linked fences running along the tracks and the wooden gates of tiny yards. The city has its own nature, breathing as it does in these quiet between times. A…

  Jenifer

  September 18, 2014

  Chicago, Meditation, Nature, Seasons

  poetry

• My window at night, vi

  Dark light dark light dark light dark light aspen leaves flip and turn back and forth and around, soft sequins mirroring the six-sided moon, imperceptible, but just enough to slow time, open hazy wonder — dark light dark light dark light dark light dark light —

  Jenifer

  September 6, 2014

  Garden, Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Nature

  poetry