Seeing in while looking out, is that it?

Standing at my kitchen window 

I hear song and bells. 

See the light. Wonder at faith. 

I hold unseen love against my bones

and unpolished granite stone.

A narrow path takes me where I want to go

and trees hang over the way. 

There are flowers and weeds: 

The weeds don't know the difference.

Nor do the lilies. I am still learning. 

xo

 

Hold on for dear life 

my grandmother, Annie 

said to me, but not just me

me: hanging by a thread

up a creek, no paddle

with the last straw

in the spur of a moment

eating my words

for a new lease on life

a real piece of work

with a pie-eating grin

singing la de da!!

xo

 

March 2022

endangered for its ivory
enraged for good reason
endless hunt for things 

the heads on the walls

things we can't unsee

or understand but want

to honor and remember

xo 

sculpture artist : clay babic 

 

 

January 2022

another image to capture cold

to feel stillness and starkness

to know home isn't a place 

but maybe a time in our lives 

when we need quiet and beauty

it takes time to witness an icicle 

to wonder which drop will hold on

my hand against the windowpane

comes away cold with laced lines

my life line is curved and longer 

on one hand

it's the one I reach for you with

x

o

 

December arrives in all her frosty glory hanging lace prayer shawls from trees & powerlines & the wonder & beauty teach you to shut the mouth & open the heart. The ground crunches to remind she is being walked upon. You are being held. She allows diamonds on your eyelashes & the tiny hairs in the nose you almost forgot you had. Don't Forget, she reminds: These things make the will of your life.  

These are your things: Cold feet. Chapped hands in wool mittens. Slower walks. Darkness. 

Do not let them go unnoticed. Cherish how she silently covers the earth & you with sparkles. 

xo

 Soul of a Tree

Heartwood

Nothing can be healed 

until you lean into it. 

The woods know 

the secret, 

you see it often; 

 quiet wisdom, 

nakedness, 

 the trust of falling.

 

 xo

October 2021

 

More than More

stands and ropes

forever precious 

memories of her

 teeth across 

luster & shine

salt and rain

licking lips 

placing jewels

 over her head

eyes sparkling

then my turn

xo