Tag Archives: nature poetry

One commitment (for August)

Posted on August 1, 2018 by

In the morning before the sun is up, when the cloud deck makes the light go soft and pale, the grass is the color of straw dried-out and sharp, golden red. The lawn sprinklers wake spitting and cussing, and the … Continue reading →

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Morning prayer

Posted on January 2, 2018 by

The grizzled look of a lawn covered in frost and all the tiny diamonds there, a Morse code for sight. Photo credit, Loren Chasse.

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The last of the 8 o’clock sunsets

Posted on August 27, 2017 by

The clouds are dragon tongues, painted Nordic boats and they blow me back to Scotland, to the fall, to shrill winds and leafless trees, to the comfort of wool and soup, smoked fish, and sleep. Now the shrubs are shriveled, … Continue reading →

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Poem for the first sunny day in Seattle

Posted on May 4, 2017 by

How the underside of the crow’s wings glowed when it was dusk and the light dropped so slow from the sky a two-hour cue and the spaces between the leaves went from peach to pink, and all about, a tapestry … Continue reading →

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The force of the light is the theme

Posted on March 4, 2017 by

How soothing at the lake, the water pooling in. Birds and kid sounds, a gull burrowed down, a helicopter seed- pod’s propeller spinning, brown: I watched it all the way, thought I could stay here all day, on the seam … Continue reading →

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Love and moss during wartime

Posted on February 18, 2016 by

Plaintive, silent moss that exists but for a balance between water and light: Can we appreciate it for what it is and ever stop rearranging things?  

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First poem for fall

Posted on September 25, 2015 by

That first fall something found me there, the greys and browns of northwest Pennsylvania, what little light you find come November, the last of the leaves flapping just a few here and there, and yet           … Continue reading →

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