“All my life through the new sights of nature made me rejoice like a child.” Marie Curie
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Flower or Fruit?
Which blossoms will become fruit?But for the busyness of a bird or a beeWhich will fall silentlyInto death’s obscurityWe enter this life of uncertaintyWith no guaranteesNature offers us so many mirrorsOf our instincts and frailtiesIn nature I can find my spirituality If you look closely, there is a bee in the photo!
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Brief Thoughts of Spring
Unfolding potentialsSpiraling fantasiesOf Spring Unfurling giant fern fronds in a redwood forest
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The Dyslexic Writing Life
Unconscious upwellingsDisparate fragments of ideasSearching for cohesionSuddenly, a coalescenceWords flow into sentences,Sentences into paragraphsA story is bornLuminous, numinous wordsGifts from the psycheDeep, spiritual contentmentBut then … The transcriptionFrom brain to pageSwimming letters, wordsSmall bits, slow speedThe tough egg to crackFatigue, frustrationSome help from dictationOne halting, awkward step at a timeUntil I reach my destinationThen …
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Early Blooms
Wildflowers in January?!So contraryTo my northeast rootsSometimes I still amA stranger in a strange landIn California (Cardamine Californica, “milkmaid”. The first wildflowers of the years.)
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