Thursday, September 5, 2019

Shakespeare Out of Doors
To sit reading ancient poetry
On my leaf-pattered porch,
The wind glad swirling in the trees
Who welcome me with waves and dancing
(What better than to enjoy the trees’ goodwill),
I can tell to no one.
In solitude I have great company:
The bard brings tears and laughter.
My voice speaks his words;
His word my heart recites.
If this is how my fading life declines
I will let it slide,
Look old age full in the eyes
And find its pearl delights.

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Cathartes aura
Slow dancing in the sky above me
Hovering, soaring,
Astonishing, the beauty
They pulled the heart right out of me
And left me feebly standing
Left behind on the dismal earth. 
If you can’t weep
Walking through the woods
When can you weep. 

Monday, May 27, 2019

The Walk
I saw the brightness of the lichen after rain
On small trees growing in the woods. 
I saw a river of whitetail deer, silently 
Flowing across the path a quarter mile ahead.
I saw a pair of cavorting robins
Looping near the ground
Before they flew away to be alone together.
When I get home I pick twigs
From the upper branches of my hair.

Monday, April 1, 2019

Healed by trees
Healed by an owl
Healed by solitude,
Walks in the woods
And wine
Healed by sunlight through the leaf
Healed by deer, by snow,
By chickadees.
Healed by rare wild flowers growing. 
Healed by vines to tops of trees. 
Healed by stars and falling stars
Healed by full moon
Healed but scarred
And knowing that there will be griefs
And hoping for more healing trees. 

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Do you write down the words
That you hear in your head
Do you read them later
Surprised what they said
Do the words take over
And fling themselves down
Til you forget your own children 
Because you are bound
By compulsion to write them
To write them all out
And later you’ll read them
What’s that all about
As if some other someone has taken you over
But you remain faithful, you heard word lover. 

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

God’s heart is strong and made of steel
So it won’t break from the pain her children feel.
God’s eyes are red and blaze with woe
And ache from the constant tears that flow.
God’s hands are wrinkled, but reaching and warm
Welcoming, but within the storm.
God is old and always here
Her name is love and never fear.
God is far; God is within.
I miss you god; where've you been!?

Monday, March 12, 2018

Sometimes I will allow myself
A song of lament no one hears
Oh god oh god oh god
It goes
As I walk
As I think
As I hear. 
And lament, lament,
I sing as I walk.
The comfort is in the singing
Of the song no one may ever hear
Or Someone may hear, I not knowing
Sing and listen,
And listen and sing.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

When the last person walks out of the room
I think about that I will die.
And it does not disturb me,
So I think I do not really think that I will die.
But sometimes I want to die,
And that does not really disturb me
So I think I do not really want to die.
So then I live.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

I think I will walk home while it is blue.
A Manitoba January dusk.
So quiet are the woods
I wish it was my heart.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

As if Christmas isn’t hard enough
With its all your family home
And you not telling
One will never come home again
Not shouting your anger
But pushing hard a silent smile
A week later there’s taking down the tree
Alone as it only can be
When the anger wells
And the sorrow flows
At each ornament dated in the beautiful past
And the remembered guilt when they put up the tree
How I turned away crying inside
And please god next year
May I be able to join and help deck out the tree
And make Christmas a joy
For those still gathering memories.