Aging

old snow

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  old snow     I’m old enough now to feel the arc of my life rising over the years, the shape of it and the erosion of old certainties beneath. when we’re young we experience ourselves as a point as beings out of time. but I’ve knelt in this cathedral long enough now to … Read more

Why a Flower?

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if Valentines day was a life and not a day…. because of its speechless improbability this miracle of green emerging soft so shyly from the damp dark   because it feeds equally on sun and rain relishing both always reaching to unite heaven and earth   beacause of is powers of alchemy transmuting the rot … Read more

fall

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the birds know long before I of this coming, this winter, the aching moans of geese raining warnings from the late summer sky.   most will soon be leaving, sailing the invisible seams of gravity, heading south ahead of the freeze. but we will stay on,     as the days fall away. I am … Read more