Interlude

Windows flung open Bird song bathes the air When the whirr of the edger’s motor Takes intermittent breaks Mind cast open Aha’s bathe awareness When the whirr of cluttered mind Takes intermittent breaks Graphic by Pixabay A friend of mine has just launched a new web site called The Sacred Path. Below is a screen … More Interlude

sometimes god…

Sometimes god dances to the pulse of Northern lights dressed in dragonfly green chiffon as she twirls among the stars Sometimes god walks the same path each season, seeding it with flowers or sunshine or damp brown leaves or icy snow that glitters Sometimes god brushes against tiny baby eyelashes and the thin skin of … More sometimes god…

Lovers

Layers of canyon below my feet Embraced by dark skies raining stars Me at the heart of a dichotomy of splendor Hugging the arm of my lover   Image by Pixabay

Purpose

Why is one leaf on this autumn path golden, edged in burgundy while another leaf is purple, veined in orange? Why is one tree bursting crimson and another speckled yellow? I’m more like a dappled leaf, flitting from place to place, full of intermingled ideas. Sometimes I long to be the fiery sugar maple consistent and … More Purpose

Migration Love

On a branch of the maple with leaves trimmed in red a starling with brindled brown feathers sits, now two, now three each on her own branch More congregate sharing the maple but never sharing a branch until in unison they take flight in a crescendo of noisy song and whoosh of wings flying southward … More Migration Love

Bridge World

At dawn I walked in the park toward the bridge connecting a lake and a creek. In the lake a flock of mallards were swimming a circle dance, dipping to bathe then stretching their necks, waving their wings then shaking tail feathers all while quacking and splashing in circles. I leaned on the railing, the … More Bridge World

Coexistence

Does the creek bank hug the sprawling tree roots? Or the roots instead hug this patch of earth? Maybe they support each other in mutual embrace.   Image is an original photo by LuAnne Holder taken early September in SE Michigan.

Why’s

Does the bumblebee ask why it forages pollen? Does the tulip maple ask why it blooms? Does the moon ask why she conceals her dark side? The answer to every layer of “why?” contains another layer of questions. When I ponder the myriad why’s of my purpose I suspect it’s more than just following laws … More Why’s