Getting Lost
Let’s slip away
off the dock
and into the skiff
tied and waiting
slip the knot
as tide shifts
and let ourselves
be carried
away
lost in each other
to become
a part of
the evening’s
golden glow
Helleborus
Color returns
with little
primrose flowers
and great big
hellebore blooms
that turn away
from the sky
but reach upward
to the clouds
as leaves
unfurl
and petals fill
with the
first blush
of Spring
Grounding
Rainy days
refresh the soul
as roots in soil
drink deep
and feed the green
with each drop
that falls
and as I lie
in the grass
wet and
breathing deep
with my roots
in the soil…
I am fed too
Goodbye
Lost and gone
into the rush
of water below
unseen
in the dark
to head off
on an adventure
all its own
whether or not
it was meant
to slip
between the bars
Mild Winter
Missing the bite
I stare
at rounded hills
and mountain peaks
where the white
collects
but isn’t shared
this year
with the lowlands
and valleys
and miss
the snow
while thoughts
churn
like clouds
Invasion
What big teeth
you have
in your body armor
and an automatic
in your hands
making assumptions
as you sow seeds
of fear
and tear through
the lives
of others
who belong here
when you…
do not.
Twisting the Leaf 