Category: Nature

• So cold the sky

  waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under clouds, moan through cedars, find me here, damp, burying the roots of this sapling today as if in a ceremony of dark days, bewitched by the sky long turned cold and forceful, my magic increases…

  Jenifer

  October 25, 2016

  Ancient, Art, Fantasy, Meditation, Muse, My window at night, Nature, Pentwater, Seasons, Story, Traveling

  poetry

• From Hafiz

  Everyday they fall. The leaves tumble down through branches, tossed by rolling breeze, find their way to mother earth, shaken out like threadbare rugs, freed from dust, from the lively flesh that filled out their netting. They wonder, am I more true or less nestled again in this damp home, changed so from my high…

  Jenifer

  October 22, 2016

  Dying, From Hafiz, Grief, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Seasons

  poetry

• The meadow prefers no trespassers

  or, To Donald Trump and all the other letches throughout my long life, starting at age 11 and continuing far longer than anyone would expect It is not for nothing that I seek payment for you to come near my soft body. It is a design to hold you off, just so, make you think…

  Jenifer

  October 22, 2016

  Childhood, From Hafiz, Grief, Memory, Nature, Political struggle, Public, Seasons, Violence

  poetry

• Taking the car to the beach

  this is not quite the breeze that wound past us when we entered the woods off the dirt road and into the forest path, wheel ruts covered in moss, air mingling sea, hemlock, wintergreen, moss, and the fresh soil overturned when you backed out of the cul-de-sac because a tree had fallen that winter while…

  Jenifer

  September 25, 2016

  Childhood, Lake/ocean, Memory, Muse, Nature, Pentwater, Seasons

  poetry

• 9/3

  to be lost for this ever, to drink the moon when no one is looking, to return washed clean

  Jenifer

  September 4, 2016

  Ancient, Childhood, Garden, Love, Muse, Nature

  poetry

• 8/12

  Aspen leaves flip and flash waking the glass-covered wall behind; dark when my mind pauses, bright when my mind stirs. What is genuine, true? Tell me, when you flip and flash and the wall behind you holds its light like a mountain on fire? My mind is ignored, perhaps except for this one aspen that…

  Jenifer

  August 17, 2016

  Garden, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Yoga

  poetry