if I’d had the legs,
I would run to you
and never once falter
in my stride.
*
had I wings to span the heavens,
I would fly across oceans
and over every mountain
just to hover above
the very hairs on your head.
*
every breath, every good thought —
were I to mechanize
the ferocity of my heart —
I’d pour it out, every last bit of it
over the sundry sands of an eternity,
so I might love you again
just one more time.
light has been granted,
my green lovelies, and I hope
you drank up your fill
but Mama’s got to cover
the windows, shutter every blind
it’s just too warm,
the day, already, is stiflingly hot
~ for Shelly
its shoots, hot-summer starshine
green tendrils, fleshy spokes
a friendship token, gifted with love
we have no choice
eat the heat
succumb to the sultry
and try to remain patient
as we wait for autumn’s bliss
steeped in the deep shade
of our honey locust & Chanticleer pear,
I set the hose nozzle to SHOWER
and give the hostas a good long drink
mindless tasks, so perfect
for one’s brain to ruminate —
or rest, as the spirit moves you
this morning, mine does a little
bit of both which suits me just fine
binoculared-vision
of evening silhouettes
*
as Canada geese
congregate
*
on the fairway,
the handsome backdrop
*
of terraced fields
in the distance
*
summer days
already contracting
*
as the slow race
to autumn begins
tendering the garden
both florals and greenery,
water bearing, fertilizing
observing gentle
growth with fascination & love
*
deadheading the spent blooms —
gray-bearded celosias,
desiccated calendula,
withered zinnias,
those faded sunflowers
*
choppy haircuts & trims,
cheery encouragements to blossom
even bushier, fuller, more flowery
than ever before
mental acumen
no longer quite as crisp
*
the world is a cage
filled with angry beasts
snarling, clawing, grasping
through thick iron bars
*
walk on by, Julie
walk on by
so. I’ve gone a little manic.
a little out of focus.
unfocused.
blitzed.
~ after Mary Oliver
i know it’s not easy
but try not to worry or fret
*
exert yourself in the pursuit
of your own joyful passions
*
remain open
to what is yet to come
*
learn to embrace
this life you’ve been gifted
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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