May 23 2020

weeds

the super sweet blueberries dropped into oatmeal

the smell of lilacs, just outside an open window

a new loaf of bread popped in the oven

a robin, a cardinal, a chickadee

a messy house, a messy garden, a messy life

in need of sorting, cleaning, scrubbing, tending

waiting to be torn from disarray

and pasted back in perfect place

as i sit here

contemplating nothing

sipping tea

and mostly,

smiling

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May 21 2020

wings

there are leaves on the trees again
and the crabapple is blooming

the robin sings me awake
and then puts the sun to bed with

a story that has no words
and a song that carries sky

there’s a starling
trapped in the chimney
scratching code
in night-blind terror

and i cannot tell you
how much
i need

to listen

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(p.s. i rescued the starling)

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Apr 27 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {27}

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if you need to bleed

let it go

if you need to weep
if you need a river
if you need to wail
if you need to shiver

let it go

if you need deep silence
the despair of solitude
if you need to repent
or the bliss of belief

let it go

if you need to laugh
if you need a mountain
if you need to howl
if you need a fountain

let it go

if you need to bleed

let it go

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 20 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {20}

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hinterland

i miss you
the way a flower
grieves lost petals

still
i set seed

feeding hungry birds
and ravaged wildlife

refusing
sun’s command
to wither

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 15 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {15}

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the dead fox

kitten
curled in a ball
at the side of the road
has been there
for a week
now

yesterday
the turkey vultures
arrived

squawking rudely at me
as i skirted by:

circle!

circle!

circle!

before rising
into deaf grey sky

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. . . . .

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 9 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {9}

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forty-eights
masks

so far

miles of
fabric
and neat rows
of stitches

bent neck
sore back
pricked fingers

today
that counts
as poetry

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 8 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {8}

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silence
(you said)

and i refused
to listen

in the stillness
that followed

i remembered
the sound

of recalcitrance

your breath

and

six miles
of liberty

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 4 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {4}

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mo(u)rning song

a grey veil
of fog

does not stop
the red, red cardinal
from singing

from the topmost branch
of the still-bare tree
planted by the echo
of ancestor

in the hedgerow
red-winged blackbirds
harmonize

crow vies with jay

together we begin

a new day

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 3 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {3}

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window

everything is clean
and the world
is awash
with disease

dis-ease

ill seas

i watch the sky
not certain why

searching for signs
or rhymes
or lines

pointing
in the right

direction

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. . . . .

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

Apr 2 2020

30 days of poems – 2020 {2}

sanctity
(sanity)

holding on

to:

your hand
your love
your whisper of hope
possibility
tiny miracles
tomorrow
grey clouds
sunshine

orion high
in night’s dark sky

a robin
builds a nest
in the tree
outside my window

she is my
hero

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.