Saturday, October 15, 2011

four poems for my farm


rusted out broom corn
torn and painted
tells a story of bird beaks
and worm bites
a washed out clinging mantis
of rough winds
and a life of purpose


a tiny bridge of experience
the little spider
traveled far and rough
over every spiney bit
finally arriving at the pinnacle
trailing behind it the lifeline
to get back home
much quicker this time


looking close at the ground this morning
i finally straighten up
and the hills and the leaves and the wood and the rocks
all suck up my breath
to make a mist
that hangs low and softens my  heart


sit and listen
to a long story of basil and lace
blooming and covering
and quietly making magic
in our fall garden
that sits washed and proud
full of purpose and beauty

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there seems to be a theme for me this morning about beauty in purpose...not only this morning, but something I strive for in my life. Nothing truly is in my house that I don't find either beautiful or useful...truly.
straight out of the camera again today...which is another theme in my life.

Friday, October 07, 2011

oh...wow...



Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?
Who has it, and who doesn't?
I keep looking around me.
The face of the moose is as sad
as the face of Jesus.
The swan opens her white wings slowly.
In the fall, the black bear carries leaves into the darkness.
One question leads to another.
Does it have a shape? Like an iceberg?
Like the eye of a hummingbird?
Does it have one lung, like the snake and the scallop?
Why should I have it, and not the anteater
who loves her children?
Why should I have it, and not the camel?
Come to think of it, what about the maple trees?
What about the blue iris?
What about all the stones, sitting alone in the moonlight?
What about roses, and lemons, and their shining leaves?
What about the grass?

~"Some Questions You Might Ask" by Mary Oliver ~

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I just ordered the best little gem ever: House of Light by Mary Oliver
Each poem is like a piece of sunshine in the palm of my hands. I gasp and close the pages once I've read one poem, holding the book to my chest, amazed.

Monday, October 03, 2011

lovely morning

 here is monday, on our little farm
 sun golden with promise
but i like the promise of the darker stuff today
rain and gray makes me happy, too
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all photos are Straight Out of the Camera today
I don't have the energy to play with Picasa this morning...i barely have energy to hit shift for capital letters
son is sick, and mama gets to stay home with him today

Saturday, October 01, 2011

wherever I am


“Sometimes I need 

only to stand 

wherever I am 

to be blessed.” 

~Mary Oliver