I never thought I’d say I am my mom Especially when my job Up until now Was not being my mom What a surprise to find That being half my mom From the beginning of this round There’s no getting around Being my mom As I search for more As I explore Can I choose …
thin film as thick as a breath keeps us alive one mile from death
fluffy, puffy rolling, strolling sneaking, peeking cotton would float if it could float cottonwood snow falling up
Flinging open the patio door A flash of fur Asleep no more Head and back and ears and taily Arms and legs and nose and belly Every part must get a rub The lawn is better than a tub After napping all morning And sitting on my ass I shake off being lonely By rolling …
Bicycle-powered tunes Bubbles and balloons Strollers and babies Neighbors and newbies Homeless and recovering Lovely people lovering LED lights Vegan bites Bees and butterflies On cheeks and hands Native flowers and Dandelion lands Climate action Jazzsatisfaction Seed starting Sensory gardening Bicycling Recycling Kite making tables Composting bagels Boxes for bees Cards for refugees Cloth and …
Poem: Our Earth Day aka Protecting the EPA #NaPoWriMo 23 Read More »
earth day discussions these are words i understand these words, my native tongue . .
juicy worm dangling participle passport-holder of indig-nation fluorescent salmon egg of righteousness bobbing don’t take the bait
When we don’t talk about species dying off, It’s an elephant in the room When we ignore air pollution, It’s a haze of confusion When we laugh and joke over a glass of wine But never discuss the honeybees’ decline It’s a line too fine We need the wisdom of the owl To stop fouling …
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0M8pZnNlnI] Where once a greater sage grouse grew Now a gaggle grow Why would a gander wander With a group of goslings in tow , , About the poem: This weekend in the mountains in Foxton, I saw something I’ve never seen in over 40 years of visiting. Geese in the …
forest gymnastics searching, stretching, balancing playground limbnastics . About the poem: I was with friends yesterday in the park. The boys climbed the tree and I was thrown back into the many incredible memories of being in trees. The apple tree in our backyard that we’d climb up in and eat our …