Category: poetry

i go to the woods

How I go to the woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a singlefriend, for they are all smilers and talkers and thereforeunsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirdsor hugging the old black oak tree. I…

Mary Oliver’s Messenger

Poems arrive ready to begin.  Poets are only the transportation. -Mary Oliver, “Humility” In waking almost two hours too early the other morning, I found myself in the soft light of my meditation room.  I wasn’t ready to greet the treadmill or yoga mat…

wintering

from the recently released book Growing Grace: A Book of Psalms Celebrating Creation I’ve put the gardens to bed and shored up the chicken coop. I’ve stored the tools and stacked the pots behind the shed. I’ve left the last of the coneflower dead…

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