Nature The Last Wild Rose 11 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 Last nightI was hurrying along a sodden trailwet from wind and stormy rainwhen I caught the pink sunset color of your petalson the corner of my eye,andyou yanked me back…
Nature A Lovely Tangled Mess 10 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 ode to Bugleweed Come, humble beauty,carpet the winter garden’s waste and rot,gentle the heads of rocks and wee creatures.The sweetness of your blue-violet blooms—manna from heaven to both buzzing and…
Nature WILD VIOLETS 9 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 I gathered wild violetsBeckoning me in royal purple and whiteTinged with yellow, a markerTo awaken.“It’s time to make medicine.”As much for the soul as the body. My grandmother speaks to…
Nature Dreaming Spring in Late February 8 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 Ten days until March arrives,and already bloodroot,toothwort, hepatica, deepbeneath the cold soil,loosen the tight knotsof their winter dormancy,tune to the old verdant call,feel earth’s rotation,the steady pull toward sun. Neither…
Nature BEES 7 Aug 20236 Aug 2023 1. In late spring on Tivy Mountain I caught sight of a solitary bee. A straggler to the buds of late blooming flowers, Red daisies, a snapdragon’s yellow universe. Flower…
Poetry of the Wild Flowers Early Spring Biking the Lenape Trail 6 Aug 20236 Aug 2023 A green aura creeps into bushes. I inhale this in-between gap-time flanked by fixed seasons, and resolve life is too slow to précis, to enscribe, as youth, middle age, old.…
Nature I Propose We Worship Lady Slippers 5 Aug 20235 Aug 2023 I hear a neighbor spots a onebut my searches turn up nothing.Still, there was a quality of mercyto know he found this rarityin a bright morning so common. Fifty years…
Poetry of the Wild Flowers Ironweed; Vernonia Gigantea 4 Aug 20233 Aug 2023 I am not intimidatedBy your urban developmentI curl my violet disk flowersIn contempt for your selfishnessThe bees as one adore meThe monarchs eagerly need meClinging on to me, their saviorAs…
Poetry of the Wild Flowers Brave Bud 3 Aug 20233 Aug 2023 The newspaper thuds upon the grassA boy runs across the greenSprinklers soak each blade They are plainly unawareWhat lies a few inches under Alone in the dark, engulfed in dirtUntil…
Nature Hopes of the Wildflower 2 Aug 202327 Jul 2023 When I grow up, I should like to be a butterfly-is what I thought one day when a particularlybeautiful specimen flew by my meadow.Delicate, patterned wings carry her wherever she…
Poetry of the Wild Flowers We Are the Wildflowers 1 Aug 202317 Jun 2023 who sprouted legs and petal-pushed our way out to travel across land and sea windswept and sun-soaked our chlorophyll bare stomata contracting our mouths open to welcome breath each little…
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