chasing wild hares

in the still grey light
i wake
nestled in the soft coat
of the beast who sleeps
curled against the curved sliver of the moon
and dreams of
chasing the wild hares of jupiter
we will share the dream of the day
hunting together
making game of wonderment

the carpenter's fable

there once was a carpenter who lived in the mountains. he worked hard every day to care for his family. at night his children would ask him for a bedtime story. tired, from his long day of work, he would tell them the shortest story he could think of...


''there once was a man. he lived and he died. the end.”


the children were disappointed at such a short story that seemed to have all the excitement left out of it. though they didn't realize it, their father was passing along a valuable lesson in that story. the story of the man who lived and died is everyone's story. we all live and we will all die, it is up to each of us to make the part in the middle something special.


the carpenter is still swinging his hammer. every day the work he does brings something special into the world, into my world, and to our life together. 

live in love

i listen to the wind whisper
urging me to give myself to something
to give myself away
feel the sun's warmth speak silently
of letting go my name, my struggles, my separateness
and so i humble myself
daily
bowing
brown-backed
beneath its shining grace
and looking upon the earth
hear it ask of me
and so i make an offering
of seeds and water
sweat and stewardship
and from the earth
a green and vibrant garden grows
and the animals are drawn to this new oasis
asking for food and water and shelter
and i offer them this
their share of the bounty
and one day
a man comes into the garden
and some part of him
asks that i give away all that remains of who i think i am
to love
to be loved
and to let love's union
be
a letting go
and so i go on each day
bowing
brown-backed
beneath the sun's shining grace
making offerings
and giving myself away
that i may live in love

popcorn

grew a few little ears of popcorn this summer...

it made a nice afternoon treat.

your poetry

in morning calm
your slumbering breath
i read your poetry

autumnal equinox

today is the first day of autumn.  there's a definite chill in the air this morning and the ripening gardens are showing signs of summer's end.

a little rain

we were greeted by a little rain this morning.