Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, hiking, mountain, poem, poetry, snow on March 29, 2017| Leave a Comment »
After the first half mile
my shoes are soaked through
from post holing through knee deep snow.
There’s still a long way to go,
and the hike is for pleasure, after all,
so I decide it’s not so bad,
the squish of my socks,
the chill seeping in.
It’s just another way to remember
I’m alive, and though it’s slippery
and slushy, the trail,
and though I’m less nimble
than I’d wish to be,
look at that blue, blue sky,
and oh, my long shadow,
see how eagerly it leans to the east.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged hiking, mountain, poem, poetry on June 28, 2016| 2 Comments »
with every step
losing the need to struggle to say
what can’t be said
*
carving away
the women I’ve been until the only one left
is the one walking
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allowing things to be, change, haiku, letter, lupine, morning after the storm, mountain, poem, presence, river, storm on January 18, 2012| 1 Comment »
nothing holds back
the river forever—
these hands still trying
same cold, same dawn,
same landscape—even that hill
seems tired of standing
*
again I write
in my head the letter, again
I rip it up
*
and then the day came
when I sat in the lupine
instead of climbing
*
morning after
the storm each glittering limb
the most lovely
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 84, homeostasis, mountain, patience, tanka on September 6, 2011| 1 Comment »
oh mountain
that I have tried
to climb for years, is that you
in the silt of this river
where I am wading?