Spring is on the horizon. I can smell it – beyond ice and salt and eight-foot banks, it fills my lungs, this warming air of early morn. And I hear it – in the tinkling of winter, melting from the roof, the window, the porch, the pines, where black-cap flits from bough to bough with… Continue reading Sustenance and Loam: A Poem of February
It isn’t the robin who draws me He only sings for the spring Or the ruby-throated hummer I don’t miss til I see her again It’s not the starling or the jay It’s not even the song sparrow It isn’t bluebird or indigo bunting Or even the friendly junco Who perches on snow-laden boughs Graces… Continue reading It Isn’t the Robin
I don't especially like dandelions. Here in the cold, slow-to-start Upper Peninsula of Michigan, however, dandelions are one of the first signs of spring. The little weed is more prolific here than the state flower. Many well-intending folks with greener lawns than I work diligently to rid their yards of dandelions, but as a pseudo-gardener,… Continue reading How to Get Apple Pie from Weeds
Don't unbreak this heart of mine It's all that's left of me Don't undo the hurt and fear That helps me to believe Keep me safely in Your soil The dirt of all I've known Draw the life out from the death The pain that makes me grow Show Your face so faithfully To lift… Continue reading A Prayer for Spring
