Leaning into the Wind


There are times when pastoral scenes will not hold our hearts,

will not infuse our poetry, because in the midst of the raging battle

we lean into the wind, picking up words we had never

heard before, and our spirits begin to build,

better and stronger weapons.


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Prayer to be an Eagle


Help me today Lord, to become an eagle, not a vulture picking away

at the deadness of our world, help me to soar above the hate

always remembering who I truly am, with wings

of love extended, encouraging all

regardless, of creed.


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Finding Our Humanity


It was time, and he knew it was time, so he couldn’t help himself as he took off his hat,

saying “Shalom!” as he walked in the door of the Jewish deli. A big smile met him

from the man behind the counter, and many men did look

like Rabbis, the women wearing long dresses.

And all he did really was buy a sandwich

and a soda, sitting a table.

He tried smiling.


It was time, and he knew it was time, and he absolutely loved

finding our humanity, everywhere he went.


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The Grandfather Tree


It took so many years to get this tall, so many branches growing from his roots,

he never mourned his place though, always bending with the wind.

So many storms producing scars, gnarls and knots with bark

now forever etched, but he can still smile, especially

in the spring, and he prays to this day

for the young couples

as they walk by

hand in hand.


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The Winter Fog


A really intense fog has overtaken our area lately. The fog and periods of rain, have forced many indoors. Fortunately we don’t have any wolves in our forests, but occasionally there are reports of black bears, especially in the mountains.

So in weather like this, I do not go very deep into the woods, but one need not travel far, to see interesting shapes, even within, and sometimes because of, the density.

Here are a few more photographs. I took these on the side of a mountain.




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Under the Snow


In their burrows deep underground, rabbits stir, huddled – but on warmer days

they poke out their heads, sniffing the air until the hawk fills their nostrils.

And the earth is moving too, releasing her warmth, opening

her pores drinking in the melted snow, as the seeds

begin to burst, just waiting – to break

through the ground.


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