Category: nature
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Nuts
Is it that time of year already? Good grief, I feel like we’ve barely set foot into summer, and now all the signs of season change are making their appearance. Have you noticed that the light has shifted from omnipresent to slowly settling into shadows? Or that twilight—a sublime phenomenon…
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Simple Gifts
Every season this year came off-balance—warm too early, cold too early, ferociously windy or wet, then oddly calm and too dry. Our heat goes off, comes on, windows open and close, we pile on blankets then shed them a night later, and watch nature’s confusion. We assumed our sparrows didn’t…
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Blossom Whine
What grand intelligence is thisthat sends its tiny armies to invadeuntil every head is rent? What shameful mockerybids us to hold our faces highwithout support? We, who would preen on every breeze?But left unblessed, we droopand sigh instead. There must have been some reasonto craft blooms which must bestaked or…
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Miracles
I looked for you againin the garden, as I haveeach year when the light grows longupon the grass,remembering that momentwhen you lit upon my knuckle,your tatted wings the hue ofripened limes,and eyes like orchid beads,and wondered what you were,what passing phase—youth or age or in between—delivered you to me,and felt…
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Motherhood
(for Vincent) Within each stroke,a shard of glass,each hue,a brittle stain. Nature, awed, cedes her brush,bows her head,and weeps. ©2025 All Rights Reserved
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Remember
Almost lost amidst dead leavesand severed limbs,a nest felled by the storm,barely more than twigs. On other walks, it would have beena mass to be avoided,side-stepped in the rain.But reason,shamed by distant fluttering,let sentiment compela search for lifewithin that sodden lump,so plainly delicate and still. How to quell despair,when prodding…
