Monthly Archives: April 2009

Easter Saturdays

Easter Saturdays (tentative title because I stink at titles)Cars full of people split the swamp where my creek flows.They must not ponder, pause, stare at hollowed logs,branchless trunks and wonder about the end of winter,spring still a whisper in the trickle of cold water through the culvert.What does all this dying mean, this surrenderafter strivingContinueContinue reading “Easter Saturdays”

Kind of unorthodox for Sarah, but anyway…

I haven’t been following the rules of one of the website’s prompts, but today I wanted to catch up to my once-a-weekday, so I stopped by and found the prompt to write a poem whose first line or title begins All I want is… and then you need to fill in the blank. So IContinueContinue reading “Kind of unorthodox for Sarah, but anyway…”

The Corner Stand

The Corner StandThe pick-up’s open tailgate displaysthe fruits of our labors – bushel basketsof fresh-picked sweet corn, Sugar Babywatermelon, zucchini, yellow squash,tomatoes, green bell and banana peppersall arranged in quart containers.It is unpredictable at the corner stand –will passersby, hankering for a dozen,see our shining vegetables, mouths wateringfor a taste of straight-from-the-vinecherry tomatoes, pull inContinueContinue reading “The Corner Stand”

The Gardener Exhibits His Work

The Gardener Exhibits His Work“Let me show you my garden,” so I follow himout the back patio. Aromas overwhelm the air –vines of roses pruned, trimmed, and trained to climbthe trellis, blooms loosed like curls. Lilac groves multiplytheir purple flowers, precision mathematic, the scentof infinity on the breeze. The garden is strategic –violas, azaleas, peonies,ContinueContinue reading “The Gardener Exhibits His Work”

Enough

EnoughI Chronicles 21:15How many times have you said,Enough! Withdraw your hand –the vessel of your wrath subdued?What invokes this rage, earthquakes,hurricanes, bubonic plague, rampanttrauma sweeping across continents?Why spare any? Impossibleto find mercy in so many, to lookbeyond intractable justice and seelove hollow in bellies of famine-struck,flowing like stopped-up rivers, yearsof cloudless skies, millions dying ofContinueContinue reading “Enough”

Canada Geese

Canada GeeseWe fly the same V for weeks, knowour destination without words and sail,driven by a force north to calmer waters.It is almost instinctual, the way we settleon the lake, wingtips ripple, wait for summer.But nesting takes its toll, days stretch out as longas summer shadows. Our hatchlings are a handful,so stressed, endure nine weeksContinueContinue reading “Canada Geese”