1.tuesday morningsunbird sang spring – and westill deep bundledin winter sleep stumbledout the househalf-rememberinghis song. 2.on my desk between potted plantsand two birdhouses storm-downedand in for repair – amidst pencilsand paintbrush and candle and river stones –six ants are carrying off the wingof a larger, now clearly flightless, insect – i sip of my waterreplace…
1. i suppose it would happen,leaning into what it means to livealive in the worldto live truly open, i suppose it would happenthat i would wonderwhere you were in the worldwhere you are and how it happened thatour way togetherwas lost. 2. when we forget ourselvesfor a while –forget the me, forget the us,forget who…
so long so longsince i have been heredipping into this icy lake uncoloured morningslippered and blanket wrappedfor the cold coldthat sits at the base of the spine where the donkey was nail beat years agoon a red dust road in the sunmake-shift harnessed to a scrap cartgoing nowhere same low curve back where the needleswere…
end of julydeep winter coldand mountains capped with snow.first day out to clear the beds,spread compost like a blanketthick black and warm –new moon in augustwe will plant the summer seeds. end of julydeep winter coldout in the garden to prepare the beds –trellis the peas while first cuckoos,emerald green and tail flicking,call from the…
in these times of rapid change and covid-19, with the youngest doing zoom for school, the lack of daily commute has yielded quiet mornings waking late to winter light softing the forest into focus. this morning came cresting the hill hot pink between black branches – we went to find the sun, my daughter and…
cormorant wheels black wings along the tide, lands an arc of water against the wind. turning her back on the banked clouds rolling dark across hills she slips beneath the surface silent.
with limbs like silver snakes coral tree holds its buds to the sun petal by petal catching fire crisp cool on winter mornings. there is no un-remembering once we have remembered what we try to forget sunbird jewel bright on bare branches will sip the nectar sing the day call the winter sun to my…