An Invitation

Spring is well underway, and with it the twin delights of warm sun and easy-falling rain. In just a few weeks, balmy summer arrives. Here’s a poem about our seasonal and still-available childlike pleasures.                         An  Invitation There’s a rain arriving from the mysterious west                     it will patter against the dog-faced mimosa leaves stream

Half-Spring

Spring is inching her way into Central Ohio. The air is warmer, the sun is shining more directly. New spring is just around the corner, and with it the arrival of our many insect friends. Here is my tribute to them, the less visible but essential members of our earth family. For the Smaller Sons

To My Brother

This poem is in tribute to my brother Armand, who lived a rich, full, and loving life, and who died recently at the age of 92. For a time, he lived on a small farm in rural Maine, the setting for this poem.            To My Brother on His Magic Farm          Honey light healing the

Winter Deep

Mid-winter is reasonably pleasant here in Central Ohio. Some sunny days, warmish, in the 40s and 50s. But mostly chill and gray. Little snow so far. Can we divine a purpose in winter? This poem suggests we can:                       Purpose Winter          Stillness of the woods is comprehensive          river long distracted from her flow          frozen current,

Haiku for Winter

We can’t hold it off any longer. Winter has arrived. No big storms yet, but snow and ice will come. What’s winter like for you? Harsh or contemplative? Here are some haiku for the season.   sullen gloom or hush contemplative choosing your winter   serenity of winter darkness chapel of the stars   in

Winter Thanks

Our first snow here in Columbus was predicted to arrive overnight, but it didn’t quite make it. Nevertheless, winter is on the way, and very soon. We can be thankful for that.   Winter Thanks   We are thankful today for the light fading in embers for trees, frost-barren, that will flower forth in spring

In Times of Darkness

Amidst the terrible events in our nation and worldwide, amidst the sad conflicts our own mind creates, we can pause to appreciate what life offers, right here, right now.   Love Life   Here we ply the corridors of light but we touch only penetrating darkness while all around us the universal order crackles with

Goodbye summer, hello autumn

You can begin to feel autumn in the air. It’s summer’s last gasp, temperatures here in the 90s, but the new season’s slanting light has begun to arrive. Here are haiku for the departing and arriving seasons.   summer moves slowly summer passes quickly what do you think?   the clarity of blue summer awakenings

Shattered Earth Rebels?

Widespread wildfires in the western United States, destructive hurricanes and droughts, rising seas worldwide. Is Mother Earth sending us a message about our neglect and abuse of the natural environment? Or is she gradually taking leave of us?   Mother of Us All   Mother of us all is leaving her spirit flies above the

Summer of My Childhood

OK, this is boys’ stuff, for sure. All the annoying pranks we played. We must have driven our parents and the neighborhood a bit crazy. But there was an innocence to it all, and I remember those childhood days fondly.   Rapscallion Summer   We piked dog crap on sticks chased each other, whooping, never