Equinox

 

-------Equinox-------

 

Patience is a temperament

akin to middle Spring

 

When nighttime meets the length of day

 

And the tender green 

of possibilities

 

Emerges slowly

 

From the dark,

waking Earth.

 

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Roundness of Time

 

-------Roundness of Time-------

 

While mulching 

with hay 

 

I remember the grasses

 

And their meadows 

of golden 

Autumn.

 

There is 

a slowness 

in Spring

 

Of a precious kind

 

That helps 

remember 

the roundness of time.

 

As the meadows 

return 

 

To gold in Autumn

 

And their grasses 

dry 

to hay.

 

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Connection

 

-------Connection-------

 

When I take the time 

to pay attention

 

And let go 

of things 

to do

 

I feel the seeds 

within me 

stirring

 

And the garden 

begin to waken.

 

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A Little More Green

 

-------A Little More Green-------

 

There is a lightness 

to weeding in Spring

 

A kind of wonder 

carried over 

from Winter

 

Making everything 

a little more green.

 

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Into We

 

-------Into We-------

 

In due respect 

for what is sacred

 

I do not dare 

romanticize

 

How it feels 

to fall 

in Love.

 

There are flowers

for sure

 

And sweetness 

like the ever-Spring

 

But 

so too

is there destruction

 

As the wall around

the isolated I

 

Crumbles

into We.

 

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Many Thanks

 

-------Many Thanks-------

 

On a warm day

on the edge of Winter

 

I offer my praise

to the Sun

 

Aside the Maple

whose sap is rising

 

And the Songbirds 

sharing their song.

 

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La Push

 

-------La Push-------

 

A guest on the edge of Quileute land

where the forest meets 

the sea

 

I look 

into the west,

toward the red sun

 

And the place 

my people 

came here from.

 

A long time ago we did belong.

Part, with rivers 

and with the trees,

 

In a great story many 

generations

in the making,

 

The breaking 

of which 

has become a goal of conquest.

 

A guest

on the edge 

I stand

 

With one foot 

occupying 

stolen land

 

And one 

in the ocean 

that connects us all

 

Through time 

and space,

to stories and place

 

Where still  

we each

belong.

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