“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Monday, July 20, 2015

I Believe

I believe in Gaia,
our loving Mother —
the river her blood,
the trees her hair.

I fear she is dying.
She has a fever.
Can we save her with fear,
heal with despair?

No, and not with hope.
What we need is action,
urgent action — More! Faster! —

and fervent prayer.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Getting Through Winter

It's a help
that I have my cat —
the snuggler,
the smoocher —
to curl on the couch with me
as nights get colder.  

He's old too,
aged along with me.
Survivors,
just we two 
are all the family now
and we cling for warmth.















Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #261, where you can find lots of good poems.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Friday, May 22, 2015

From the Top Step — Autumn Dusk

I love this time of evening, when the hills opposite turn navy-blue and featureless, sharp-edged against the whitening sky. 

The feathery tree over the road dances in the light breeze. The more solid one in my yard is hardly moving; I have to look hard to see even a tiny flutter.


Saturday, March 28, 2015

Dearly Neglected

My cat comes in,
miaows in that urgent voice,
then settles by my feet
to wait patiently
until I finish this bit of typing.
I look at my watch and say,
‘Oh, quite right,
you’re overdue for lunch!’
I reach down to pat.
He stretches a paw
and pats me back.
We go together to the kitchen.
He does not reproach me.
What a good cat!