yesterday morning
i could hear woodpeckers
but i couldn’t see them
there are rainbows in my heart
and my mind feels like glass
cleothedog
Tag: poem
March 18, 2023
February 16, 2023
the wind’s high in the trees
sky is blue
there are early spring flowers coming up already in my hometown
a wee patch of snowdrops
buttercups
it’s not even valentine’s day yet
what happens when there is no winter?
does it not also mean that there is no spring, summer, or fall?
February 4, 2023
i am dancing at the edge
twinkle lights and lit christmas trees & garland
even porch lights and lamps look like
holiday lights suspended in this fog
January 12, 2023
green sage
stayed green all winter
against all odds
reminds me of
December 17, 2022
gratitude is healing
i’m trying to take my treatment
put myself outside
to get washed in the rain
November 20, 2022
driving to petrolia
hills trees coast fog
March 10, 2022
tonight
lots of clouds but also
bright moon
a thick sliver
January 31, 2019
“Sleeping in the Forest”
I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
-Mary Oliver (“Twelve Moons”)
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