He gathered near
the Holy Tree
Dining on fire at sunset
That sacred manna
warmed his bones
leaving him fully at rest
Monday, March 18, 2019
Friday, March 8, 2019
Impossible
Walking alone
in the mist
beneath a setting
sun
amid an empty forest
he found a curious bottle
mottled
with time
and full of wonder
for although, on top of the bottle
for although, on top of the bottle
the cap was
solidly in place,
within
there grew a tiny fern
lush and
green
and impossible.
Thursday, March 7, 2019
I Heard the Tall Grass Whispering
I heard the tall grass
whispering,
gossiping,
spreading rumors of
spring,
even tho the ground is
hard with winter.
With ice underfoot
and my breath in the air,
Spring seems an unlikely
fable,
but I do so want to
believe.
Friday, March 1, 2019
A Season of Lengthening Days
We
live in
a
season of lengthening days
We
must believe this to be true
Even
when the skies whisper gray doubt
and
the streams run slow and
ice-covered
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