4.12.13 It's Always Like This

It's always like this

the ruby Maple florets

offering up some

potent dreamsong of

summer days when the

entire maple leaves

full grown

well attached

do now cover the tree

generating chlorophyll

digesting sunlight

engendering processes of

oxygen, carbon dioxide, their

stems and branches, the

quiet deep rootlets 

aspiring to
this width and breadth 

of the tap root itself

stolid, powerful, while

dark rich soil anchors

such complex life

beneath all our days and our

driving to work or our

sometimes confused wakenings

early in the morning, saying

                                      “Oh, right, I am this person and

                                       oh, yes, this is my life",

                                       twisting about to check the 

                                       familiarity of the 

                                       bed clothes, the 

                                       weight of the cat 

                                       pressed into you while
outside the bedroom wall the 

aged Maple 

stands by your side

abuzz with the potency of 

another rendered Spring

4.10.13 Peace and Shadows and a Young Snake In The Sun

Some days are simply so impossibly difficult.

Monday was one. But when you are 60, you recall being younger and 'soldiering' through, and how it messed you up so badly. and  you have a chance now to stop and let things settle and be kind to yourself and lose income and take the day off, with wisdom.

So I did. I took the day off and cancelled everyone and off went that mortgage money and I delivered my beloved to work, and then with torn and worn heart, tromped to favorite swamps and , with the little old dog, down the steep old trails to the outwaters of the Connecticut, where I came up on peace and shadows and a young snake basking in the sun, and the murmuring of the stream through the newly wakened skunk cabbage...all alive alive-o.

Still weeks continue, sometimes difficult things persist and we do what we can, as kindly as we can, which we improve at, if we wish, as we grow older.

Gently gently on we go, hand in hand with grace and gratitude.

4/9/13 In Perpetuity - For Irina

Someday I will be

done I will be

picked clean

bones smooth

all that remains

Someday I will be

done I will be

finished with my

time here I'll

Seep into

earth and air and

small living things

And at that time

I will be

forever in

this moment

and this one

And this one

In perpetuity

Accessible

by air, by song

I will hear your

thoughts and dreams

My love

in existence

for you