Category Archives: Patience

Evening Tanka

Summer evening light slants soft across the kitchen lights pink peonies- Don’t we all want the same things: beauty and a hand to hold?

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Tanka for Hope

Late Spring’s yellow light brushes bright unfolding leaves chimes the evening in- Praise the persistence of Life sprung fresh from darkness and death.

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Sonnet for the Soilweb

When power feeds itself and nothing more Nor no one else but only its own greed In never-sated savage hunger for Its sickly swollen, hollow-hearted need- Where can we find a quiet, peaceful place Reminding us how different we could … Continue reading

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Growing School

A thousand bits of wisdom can be learned From soil and growth as soon as beds are turned: There grow the small but soon-tall spears of chives, The first green to announce perennial lives. From these and from their cousins, … Continue reading

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Wisdom in Spring

  Now muddy earth, with gulping gasps of Spring, Emerges from the crusts of icy snow As sticks and rotten leaves, also thrusting Their way through sodden mulch, presage new growth. No warmth of Sun yet draws fresh green growth … Continue reading

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Tanka for Growth

Spring, thief of sorrows, coaxes fresh Life underground cracks seed, splits soil- No growth comes without some pain. Beauty lies in the healing.

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The Resistance

It’s slow waiting for life to return and cold so cold underground Still we push break our own hardened shells stretch a blade to the sun or to the place it should be. It used to be there. First days … Continue reading

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