Lure

I crawl between covers Snuggle with pirates and beekeepers Curled up on the greening floor Where may pops shake out their shoulders. Nearby a fiddler plays fluffy tunes Spun from silken sunbeams Caught in a net by yellow finches Perched high above a sea of waving leaves Until a crane swoops down Tucks one underwing...

scry

when the call comes . . .

Black Cohosh

Actea Racemose or Cimicifuga Rasemosa, also known as Black Cohosh, Squaroot, and Snakeroot is a bitter and cooling perennial herb whose roots are known for their effects on 'women's issues' and the female reproductive system. I first heard of it as part of a labor tincture in Susun Weed's Wise Woman Herbal for the Childbearing...

Glory Days

Glorious goldenrod rises Filling the bed where Asparagus speared through the ground In spring On other cool mornings

path of fortune

Good fortune today Buffalo perches on clouds Traveling the world

Pathfinding

In the name of all that is joyous to the heart, Gladdening to the eye, and is kindling to the belly, In the name of all that stokes courage, Fuels passion, and promotes dreaming, Even though we may get lost By the stars in the cosmos we find our way, Returning from deep inky realms...

Ursa

Last night’s brussel sprouts Filled me with gases Then I became a hot air balloon Rising up through dusty webs toward stars Who blinked at my sudden appearance. At first I drifted Gripped by astonishment holding my hair in a too tight embrace Until euphoria settled in; I plucked stars with my bare hands by...

Autumn’s Fancy

Autumn’s full of flair, Shaking out her crimson hair, Fancy, she sipped tumblers filled With sunlight that in summer spilled, And now she beams while letting go Ablaze before the fall.

Woodpecker

The woodpecker way, Needle nosing to uncover what’s hidden, Not for the sake of idle nosy-ness But to get through layers Where necessary nourishment lives, One feeding the other, In the movement a transference Of information, Though let’s call them spores or a fungal frolic Dancing to a drilling drum beat The woodpecker way.

Turtle By Day

Under the boughs Turtle clouds come and go Dissolving into blue skies Angel ladies dance behind the ridges. Two boys toss a coin Give each other four minutes a piece Rolling down a small green knoll Scooting over trolls. A minute rolls by, Time kept safely in the hands of boys Who determine minutes by...