This video is of one of the poems from my new book, written with Marjorie Burke. The video, as you can see, done months after the poem was written!
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Tanzania
Emotions vie for attention The wolf of fear is trying To conquer The wolf of love As both reside within The wolf of love is winning Fed by Tanzania The Holy Ground Called Ngorongoro Crater The Hallowed Plains Called Ndutu National Park The Sacred Land Of the Serengeti Being present Hearing the birds sing, TheContinue reading “Tanzania”
Little Sunapee
Soothing soundsCaress my spiritRefresh my soulThe waters tumbling over the damJoining the stream below Create a melody of peaceThe birds, twittering, chirpingTweeting and singingLend a happy riffThe air,Purified by the treesHumbly standing sentryAt lake’s edgeAnd cooled by the waters of the lakeRejuvenatesAnd heals As I sip deeplyImbibing joyThe beautyOf the families of waterfowlFurry balls ofContinue reading “Little Sunapee”
Bearing Witness
Puffed outto retain warmthSpring colors emergingClustering at the feedersBeside squirrelsRed onesGrey onesAnd birds of all colorsSizes and shapesSimilar in their billowing feathersConstructed to maintain heatAdding beauty DelightAnd entertainmentOn this blizzard-likeApril day.They endure adaptand survivethey enchantenthrall and enhancethe wintry landscapetheir exquisite plumage on displayas they displaceeach otheron the preferred feederthe one protected by the eavesBraving theContinue reading “Bearing Witness”
There Comes a Time
There comes a timeTo move with graceful tempoUnhurriedEnjoying each stepAs life’s journey Beckons you forth. There is wisdomThere is beautyTo be seen, held, and respected.Life meanders at its own paceIrrespective of the speedand pounding of our footfallsWe cannot grab moreBy rushing.As we saunter Along forest’s pathLet us take notice ofThe snow dropsThe tiny red budsContinue reading “There Comes a Time”
The Viburnum
My dad kept popping up in my thoughts I was planning a summer picnic More than once, when asked who was coming I included my dad. In fact, I said, “And, of course, dad!” The summer family picnic Was always held in August To celebrate dad’s birthday He loved the get togethers in his honorContinue reading “The Viburnum”
Reaching the Summit
Scaling that peak The one looming Seemingly within reach, Around the next corner Until you look up And see there is still more to go Much more Hitting a wall Slumping down to the pebbled ground You take a drink of precious water Breathe deeply Gulping in the thin air Retying your shoes And risingContinue reading “Reaching the Summit”
Still Room for Joy
There is still room for joy Amidst the weeds Of violence, disease, and hate There is still abundant room for joy People still fall in love Birds still sing and chirpWater still bubbles and tumbles Over rock laden stream bed Clouds still grace the robin’s egg sky Leaving wisps of lovely as they fade awayContinue reading “Still Room for Joy”