writings going back to 2009

my own personal arcana,

musings on weather & politics,

family drama, future plans,

exhilarations and disappointments,

not necessarily in equal measure —

all gone, feather-light layers of ash

at the bottom of our fire pit

but not before archiving poetry origins

long forgotten which may yet yield

varying shades of lyrical gold

the gentlest of breezes

meander through crabapple,

our locust, linden and pear,

their leaves coming now

into more than just fuzzy focus

but budding out into full-fledged

green heralds of spring,

the early morning sunlight

looking over my shoulders

as I fill the bird feeders

and experience gratitude

in the joy of such a simple task