Geraniums (revised, again)
It begins with the scent of geraniums, bitter and hard, and my grandmother telling me not to touch because she …
Category Archives: Seasons
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 …
In ordinary time
Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How …
Visitation
Even the spires of milkweed bend over in the low tumble of wind through the prairie, dry reeds tapping hollow …
Buddhista 3
It is a miracle that you survive day after long day in the cold, under rain, through whining wind. Once, …
Buddhista 2
You sit on the stump of the old willow where last stood a luxurious swaying, deep shade for hot summer …
Buddhista 1
I will buy for you a cedar box, red, fragrant when rain falls, broad and steady, and plant it near …
An Easter thought
It does not seem fair in all the measures of life that our heavy ways hang in expectance on these …
When the cold wind blows
Does it startle you, shake you from oblivion, draw you to attention, to your fear? Or do you turn away …
Late Sunday prayertime
How the rain pours down with heavy boots on our roof. We hover close to our papers someways happier for …
