Tag: poem

yesterday morning
i could hear woodpeckers
but i couldn’t see them
there are rainbows in my heart
and my mind feels like glass

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
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? 

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

green sage

stayed green all winter
against all odds
reminds me of

gratitude is healing
i’m trying to take my treatment

put myself outside
to get washed in the rain

driving to petrolia
hills trees coast fog


lots of clouds but also
bright moon
a thick sliver

“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”)