(2008)
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
