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Tag Archives: spring
Love unfurled in me like a fiddlehead fern tender and green And the Spirit of Love was moving over the face of the waters And I felt it skim the surface, warm spring essence rippling the cold And the image … Continue reading
How I know it is real and how I know I am I. Spring runoff flowing sweetly through the roadside ditches with these particular details: that preternatural shade of green that is anything but; clear plastic water bottles and blue … Continue reading
It is raining hard now, splattering down, bubbling out of brown dirt into runnels, roadside rivulets, meteorological grieving, worse than the time that someone left the cake out. Après nous le deluge.
It will have birds, Sandhill cranes. Not because they mate for life, not exactly. More for the great lengths they go to, the way they circle wing to wing calling to each other in voices resonant. The way they dance, … Continue reading
The Cranes Spring! They return, the sandhill cranes, to the fenny fields behind our house and I have to resist the temptation to say our cranes, or even our fields. I imagine their ancestors arriving on a day like today, with patchy snow and the sweet … Continue reading
“It’s the land, it is our wisdom It’s the land, it shines us through It’s the land, it feeds our children It’s the land, you cannot own the land, the land owns you” — Dougie MacCean, “Solid Ground” * … Continue reading
bike wheels are spinning spoke prayers into the sky whipping up praise clouds