As the leaves turn full and fat and green
and wilds swell moist and plump and prolific
and views enshrouded in cool grey veils
and mornings frost and afternoons wash us away
As flowers burst forth and fruit attempts to ripen
and seeds within are scattered without
so far yet from fruition but emerging
coming to a life not yet realized
River voice speaks loudly
monotone and constant
And I vaguely remember the in and out
pulse and surge of waves
But we do not have that here.
Pale silver morning dew
frosted on tall green grass
already turned to seed
that this year may wash away
rather than scatter in the winds
Waving silky laden pregnant with promise
I do not know their names
any more than I know the names of flowers or birds
as they know them not and care not too
Only appreciate my recognition:
the blue one, the dear one,
the silly one that lights atop the outhouse,
the yellow one that blooms beside the door.
Geese grow their young and feathers of flight
and coyotes are wisely silent
and crow sits on the rock watching her mate
feeding her child now the same size as she
And the river barely lowers her voice on this year
that the snow gathers energy to return early
on this lush ephemeral season
which I will watch pass
And through which I will remain
now apart of where I tried to leave
finding roots sinking spreading taking strong hold
through bedrock without my blessings
Ah yes, and now they got me.
And here I am
and shall remain
beside nameless flowers
and familiar songs of birds and wind
and grasses bursting with next year’s life.
The season is short. How long until the winter coat begins to grow again?
Time to get to work.
Got a house to build, a business to run, school to study, bellies to fill, another move to make… and another book to complete and the next one softly raps against the door, waiting for room to come in.
A tremendous time of change.
Time to turn within and focus at the work at hand.
Spilling over, now is the time of bounty.
Expansion in retreat.
And though the writing room is being built and new books are spilling into fruition, for now I am taking a rest from sharing articles for a while.
I’ll touch base from time to time, a way to keep grounded and connected and remind you I care, because I hope you know I do. In the meanwhile, please keep in touch if you’d like – write me directly or via this web site (sorry, I no longer use other social media and prefer to keep it personal instead).
Until the next time we meet…