to cut them off in full growth.
cut them no slack.
It’s killing me,
I’ll Save some seeds so
All is not lost.
just like it did last year.
so they can keep their
secrets and always be near.
did I remember
to invite you in?
Where would you like to begin?
Little details…soon forgotten.
I remember most…
What would you like to know?
Speaking softly, speaking loudly
brought together with a simple rhyme.
No seasons change with me.
Reach out, draw me in.
what was always meant to be.
you are compelled
to plant the seeds.
bring up to the top,
to meet the poppy’s needs.
you know how time will foil,
those best laid plans,
with weathered demands,
growing surprises in the soil.
you know the meaning of time.
You weed, you pick,
you water, you wait,
and hope, again, that all will be fine.
you know right now isn’t it.
But to work you must,
because in goodness you trust,
others will have shade under which to sit.
because what is needed
has always been
He exclaims in a rush,
to see the mama bird
delivering a worm.
as the small house,
becomes a home.
With beaks open to the sky
we watch and wait,
As the hearse pulls into a driveway
across the street and
removes the last vestiges of a spirit.
Maybe it flew away,
to our tiny birds?
trickle, gurgle, bump.
a perception of Space and time.
And if time says
I’m not here
And if time says
Go at it again.
to Encompass and Befriend.
And if time says
Turn and move this way
an Insight with which to display.
I don’t want them all…
and I know that’s not true.
And leave a mess..
Yet…I want them all.
Straining, dripping, filling the compost
They sit and wait for winter freeze
To bring back the smell of cider,
I wish someone else wanted the same as I.
with feelings of belonging for
school Open House and
seeing others we know.
Taking on new form.
Fall fog on Madison Way
September 14th, 2010
We don’t know who,
Tempted to sing a song.
And look down
And we left it as we went away.
would also have a gift today.
September 12th, 2010
is missing as Fall draws near
“Close the window,” says Keelin. ” It’s noisy.”
So, we shut out the Holiday noise
of leaf blowers, while we wait for our fall to snow from the birch trees in the backyard. Coming down and nestling
within the last of the blooms while the sun lowers on the horizon
and shines through, bringing them back to life.
While the weed whackers drone, we put those sounds with the plane
right over our heads as we admire the sky which hid from us all summer.
and moves us on toward winter and soft sounds where the snow comes down
and all of our neighbors’ hard work will be covered. Until they bring out the leaf blower and blow away the beautiful white, silent snow.
roof top garden
September 6th, 2010
Giving control where little exists.
We like to think our life is options
Taking others with us upon our trips.
We like to think our life is precious
We are so different from the rest
We like to think our life is always worthwhile
That we have given it our best.
We like to think our life still looms ahead
And hope much more is to come.
We like to think our life is choices
If only others…
July 23rd, 2010
A small state Fair, not prone to provide the thrills others get to see.
But when you were little, it didn’t matter.
You ride this–I’ll ride that.
and Sharing tickets.
To spend mightily while staving off the
end of the day and the return to the routine.
As I stop think that I did not see this until I was just this age.
A Kiddie Land on the highway going into town
shared space with a drive-in movie, showing monsters and shaky sheriffs
next to a swimming pool that chilled even in the 100 degree heat.
being Raised by parents who never experienced a Fair
Life continued much the same
With patterns repeated of
Activities, sights and sounds.
into the barns to smell animals we can’t identify.
And talk to the turkey, jump when the rooster crows and
admire the softness of the bunnies.
Heading home, feeling slightly sick
A sure sign that it was a Fair day.
Alaska State Fair
September 1st 2010