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One Deep Purple

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on June 2, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

old lilac bush

beside the highway

scent of one hundred springs

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Springing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on March 23, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

I am reborn into the world of radiance—

crystalline icicles, glittering reaches of snow—

and whatever in me is old brown stick,

whatever in me is withered rose hip,

whatever is desiccated and dead takes notice

of the shine and says, Teach me that.

 

I am reborn into the world of drip

and melt and streets of mud,

and whatever part of me is muck-squeamish

and sludge resistant goes walking anyway

and wallows and squishes and slips and laughs.

 

In that slippery moment, the part of me

who has died becomes lotus.

And who is it in me that scoffs

and says Who are you to be lotus?

I show her diamonds in the field,

the big blue dome of sky, the vast

expanses of glistening mud,

and I ask her, Who are you not to be?

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One Reality Check

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on March 18, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

cleaning off my shoes

before walking through the mud,

and Love says to me,

what? do you think

I am going to carry you?

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If You Hear a Rustle, Perhaps

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on November 10, 2018| 8 Comments »

 

 

Every blade of grass has an angel that bends over it and whispers, “Grow, grow.”

            —The Talmud

 

Imagine them, all those angels

jostling over the field,

catching their hands

in each other’s halos,

their wings a shimmering

fuss. Imagine the rising tide

of the chorus, how

whisper turns clamor

turns turbulent roar.

Imagine the dizzying pitch

of encouragement, grow,

Grow, GROW, until bam!

a riotous tumult of green.

 

But what of the song

at the end of the season,

when angels, exhausted,

sigh rest, rest. And they press

their tired cheeks against

each other’s faces, let

their wings dangle

in lucent grace. And the field,

seeded, relaxes and goldens

and sleeps. And the angels

snuggle in sacred heaps and breathe,

and breathe, white robes

like snow, and they sleep talk

between their sonorous snores,

that’s enough, dear one, let go.

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One More Storm that Didn’t Happen

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on March 28, 2018| Leave a Comment »

 

 

they said snow—

in the yard, drifts of gray juncos

and heaps of all that isn’t

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Catkins in March

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on March 17, 2018| 2 Comments »

 

 

But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—”Thou mayest”— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open.

            —John Steinbeck, East of Eden

 

 

Today it was the aspen buds

that ruined my heart.

 

One glimpse of them

through the window, and

 

for that moment,

the inner winter I’d constructed

 

out of should and shalt

fell down like bricks. Perhaps I could have

 

returned to work, but instead

stared at the soft gray

 

tufts of spring. How they defy

the stubborn chill. And almost

 

against my will, in me I felt

an opening I didn’t quite want,

 

and perhaps I didn’t want to hear

a small voice saying, you

 

have a choice, you

have a choice.

 

 

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After Winter

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on May 27, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

Sometimes in spring

I forget it is ever

not spring, forget

that there will be a time

without hummingbirds

and the raucous call

of the geese. These lilacs

and their purple scent

are forever. Forever

is this deep green field.

I almost resent

the voice that writes this poem,

the part that notices how already

the apples have gone

from ecstatic white bloom

to small hard fruit.

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One Humbling

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on May 24, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

in seven days

the radish sprouts

push green through earth—

 

every job on my list today

seems quite easy

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RSVP

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on May 11, 2017| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

And why not be flagrantly happy,

really. The moon is full and rakish

and spring keeps teasing the morning

into taking off its sweater. By noon,

everyone is blushing. In the garden,

strawberries come up on their own,

their fearless white flowers

pre-wired for sweetness.

Who cares the weeds are already

releasing their onslaught of filigreed seeds.

Inside us, an open invitation to fall in love.

Inside us, the pluck to say yes.

 

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One Spring Lesson

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on May 4, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

arriving with no armor

with softness

they teach me

another way to meet the cold,

these pussy willows

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