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Haiku for the little ones

Chinese lanterns sail
over gunpowder-lit skies—
Still, fireflies glow

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June Garden Sonnet

Now the gracious growing time begins
Reprieve from first-stage hardest work now done.
A breathing space sees just the rain and sun
That make the gardens’ fruits swell in their skins.
Some black-green velvet – others simply green
Some still at flower stage but growing strong-
Some swelling rounder, some just stretching long—
But soon more miracles like those we’ve seen.
And underground! What riches buried there
Tempt memory, inpatient hands to find
All varied color earthy fruits to mine
And pull – too early! – bulbs and roots to share.
So June gives up her riches all for free,
Requires neither aching back nor knee.

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first lilies (haiku)

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lilies trumpet Grace
hot melodies all in sharps
rise from once-cold soil

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Solstice Meditation

i.
Earth glows at Solstice –
sings in orange blossoms
murmurs sweet lavenders
harmonizing with wrensong –
caresses us all with love in breezes
making feathered ferns dance
shushing sweet jasmine into our rooms
drawing us out gently
into her summer music.

This is the sweet hushness
before the full rainbow
of fruit and flower—
lilies begin their long, slow song
each handing off her Melody
to the next day’s fluted singer—
when poppies unfurl martial flags
to call the parade of all colors
and tiny yellow blossoms fall
making room for pockets of sunlight
caught in warm globes
of red, of orange, of tree-frog green—
when garlic lays down its spear-y leaves
giving up heat and delight
when potatoes’ poisonous fruits
promise treasure in dark soil.

ii.
Listen! Try to hear the trees –
They whisper your many names
in counterpoint to birdsong—
in step with falling waters—
in love with faithful commerce
of root and feathered branch.

The Sun adores you, too –
gives you moonglow as forget-me-not
sustains you green through all Life
sets you in motion and ponders your spinning
even as you turn away.

You house the tides and winds
your blood and breath ever dancing
to the same relentless music –
you are bathed in the same beauty
fired in the same furnace –
what moves the trees moves you
what colors the world garden paints you
in a solemn rainbow
borrowed from the bodies of chipmunks
and from the coats of dogs you’ve loved.

iii.
Everything we need is here
spun by wind on spindles of light
all colors splashing out
from the same prismatic fountain
all songs flowing together
from a billion billion heartbeats
in rhythm with the wings
of sparrows and eagles.

When the Great Wheel turns again –
when fruit falls and offers up seed
as fresh blown music rustles dryer leaves
as squirrels fatten and toads burrow
as birdsong changes once again —

Open your eyes and see
the new invitation to Life
as it falls and rises again
in rampant, fresh glories.

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Sonnet for the Mother

Two hands, two feet are darkened, marked by Earth,
Their blackening welcome signs of Life’s rebirth –
In breezy Spring and coming Summer’s heat
Earth’s frozen heart returns to Life to beat.
In games and rituals of eons past
Some people danced while other folks would fast
To bring the growing seasons around again –
Their songs, like ours, work now as they did then.
That is to say, we all make the mistake
Of thinking seasons’ circling’s ours to make—
In our belief, like theirs, that we control
The precious gifts of Earth. That’s not our role.
Instead, we are all shaped by sweet Earth’s turning,
Her teachings offered freely for our learning.

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White Noise

Buzzing and mumbling
it keeps the mind
from waking, wondering
attending to nothing
hearing no small voices
until even thunder
becomes inaudible.

Its powerful pull
sucks at the roots
forces them inward
until they circle
around themselves
growing nowhere
feeding nothing.

No song flowers
in its presence
as we, disconnected
to everything human
the buzzing a fence
of barbed wire,
fall into silence.

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War of the Worlds (sonnet)

In this lovely world I call my own,
Viewed at this moment through my soiled toes,
Unrelenting beauty of the Spring
Lulls my senses through eyes, ears and nose.
This book is written well, its characters
Developed well; its plot lines interweave
Into a text appealing to the mind
Enough to make me read well and believe.
And yet my eye is constantly caught by
The hosta leaves applauding Spring’s warm breeze,
The dogfights over nesting space, the song
Of water flowing and the buzz of bees.
I love the worlds in books but, after all,
One inchworm in the Spring outshines them all.

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