a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island

through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…

Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes

Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more

grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls

a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold

Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….