It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her. Happy Earth Day.
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To The Flower Garden
To the Flower Garden, will be published in a thousand flowers® forthcoming book, When the Flowers Sing: A Flower Poetry Anthology. Flowers are given for every occasion of our lives. The book deepens your connection to flowers’ primal magic.
I WANT TO HOLD IT IN MY HAND
SLEEP
I have a complicated relationship with sleep. I ‘suspect others do too.
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GOLD AT THE END OF THE POEM
Robert Bly believed gold in a fairytale presaged a happy ending. I believe for poetry too.
FOR MY GRANDSON HUCK
This was written soon after my grandson’s birth. Have you ever had so much joy suddenly come into your life that you were afraid to hold it?
Washing Hands
I am a bit OCD about hand washing. Then Covid hit. Ouch. Worse. I’suspect I am not alone. This poem is a nudge nudge wink wink to me and all those as we slowly undo the fear and change the pattern to washing when appropriate.
CODA: OUR BREATH
It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her.
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HOPE for Emily Dickinson
May we face our fears & may they become lighter. Feeling them in the body can help.
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A GIFT AND WINGS
THE RIDER
An unexpected oneness with trees.