Windtorn

 

Fall

feels near

as sunrise

and sunset

draw closer

Late summer storms

scatter

rain-ravaged leaves

already fading

mingled

with summer's seeds

and

skeletons

of flowers

No Power

 

Our human hands

have no power

to renew

We

control

tame

prune

select

supplement

eradicate

destroy

We can't

even

truly

co-exist

Only

restore

Only

surrender

Then

Nature

will

return

renew

recreate

Summer faces

The flowers

are waiting

faces tilted

to the morning

purple

gold

and palest pink

winking

amid

the

leaves

 

Fleet[ing]

 

Nature's

fleeting

moments

feel

less fleeting

than ours

less fragile

less fraught

The seasons

lean into

decay

drawing energy

and releasing it

into

the universe

Water Memories

 

Memory

is mostly

water

Lilypad lake

Broody gray

Pacific

in winter

The Minnesota River

meandered through

two separate decades

I have lived on

an isthmus

between lakes

and crossed

the Mississipi daily

to school and work

For four seasons

I looked out over

Superior

in awe

of its endless skyline

Now

the Crow is my

river

It brings me

waterbirds

and wildflowers

Self Care

I could

drink this sky

like a tonic

take a relaxing

dip in

golden rays

of the sun

then rest

on softest

pillow clouds

and

just

breathe

 

New Day

 

Yesterday's clouds

wrapped me up

in gray

Today

blue skies

pull me on

hill

over hill

toward

sunrise