How can I love this springwhen it’s pulling methrough my life fasterthan any time before it?When five separate doomsare promised this decadeand here I am, just tryingto watch a bumblebee clingto its first purple flower.I cannot save this world.But look how it’s trying,once again, to save me.
Tag: poetry
November Evening
And then there’sthe yellow trees dripping with after-storm light. And then the busy people’s faces, each with its effortless beauty. And then the steely, spacious twilight glow in the west, and to the east the tall poplar shining dimly against dark gray distant clouds. And then I’m walking in a world once again enchanted, once… Continue reading November Evening
Nobody Knew
Nobody knewthe cherry treeswould bloom today.How quietly they must havewhispered together,huddled in thedeepest ends of their rootsas winter’s death creptdown their branches.But slowly— as slowly as the Earthtilts her headback toward the Sun—a chorus grew, some ancient hymn of faith, and the lifethey’d been protectingtook heart and began to rise intoscarred trunksand broken branchesuntil all… Continue reading Nobody Knew
It’s in Everything
It’s in everything, this dancingof something that’s more than just life.Look at the trees near the shore,how they shimmy and wave over the bright face of the Salish Sea. Meanwhile the waters rush in—mad for the moon—and swirl aroundthe outstretched hand of the point,kissing the forehead of the beachbefore they rush back out again. I… Continue reading It’s in Everything