Birdwatcher

Birds come and go. Chickadees with their wings in motion Flutter from branch to branch between trees, Their movement quick and upward While the cardinal streaks red hot Linear across the horizon landing: He sits content on his perch. Birds come and go. Sparrows hop zig zag in the snow Their tracks leaving delicate imprints...

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...

Movement

She strides through crowds Swarming alleys that form a tented bazaar Thick with smells, Guava, cardamom, bubbling oil, champa, Her eyebrows knit together Eyes scanning for where she must Twist at the waist, lead with her shoulders Slip through the warp as a ribbon Weaving nonchalantly toward Our final destination: Stalls lined in silks and...

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

Gourmet Herbed Salts

Salt. It has been around for a long, long time, with evidence of its use dating back as far as 6500 B.C. The British evaporated salt by boiling seawater from salt spri­ngs in small clay pots over open fires during the Iron Age. Salt was used as money by the many ancient cultures, including the...

Fire Inside

We walk on fire Though hidden from our eyes It churns and bubbles Within a crusty crucible Though hidden from our eyes Beneath our feet it rumbles Within a crusty crucible Hot molten lava Beneath our feet it rumbles We sense it stirring in our belly Hot molten lava The ember at our core We...

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...