Advent – The Third Candle: Joy, Mary’s Candle (Poem)

First“But Mary treasured all these things, pondering them in her heart.” – Luke 2:19 You wouldn’t stop moving, pushed against my ribs, and I pushed back. We exchanged our first conversation,just my skin between your hand and mine. We spoke our first nursery rhyme, sang our first hymn. I breathe every memory—not of visitors or … More Advent – The Third Candle: Joy, Mary’s Candle (Poem)

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 … More Easter Saturdays

Cascade Valley

Look, my daughter, the pine treedropped its seeds, and herea fragile sapling braves the forest floor.This used to be a birch treebut maybe lightning sliced it,wind heaved its heavy breath against itand now the trunk is rust.Sticks used to flirt, flaretheir skirts of springtime buds, but now we throw the broken limbsinto the rushing floodwaters … More Cascade Valley