Tag: Nature
-
As we begin
rain falls from fog through sleeping branches (frail, broken sticks?), soaks with slippery ease into soil to restore them Note: For my friends at Yoga North as teacher training begins.
-
Birds work all through the night
I don’t know what they do this time of night. I just hear them squawking. And they sound a little bent out of shape. They chatter with one another, voices strained but constant — New parents whisper loud through the nursery wall trying to get their baby down, exhausted, having lost all sense of night…
-
Day 30
you would think when walking through woods at night that we’d stumble — but instead we learn to find a steady foot, our own light
-
Day 29
walking through woods in bare moonlight – shade over shade, black within black – I see what cannot be seen in day ask what can be seen of me
-
Day 27
a night walk is never simple – shafts of gray light peel back tree bark and find squirrels opining through long hours
Poems from in between 