I am currently reading, French Dirt by Richard Goodman and I have been marveling at his turn of phrase, the words he chooses to describe his year as a gardener in France - how he wrangles and wrestles the earth to create something beautiful. I have re-arranged some of his words that I had underlined, wanting to hold them in my mind and heart.
Category: Nature
April Poem #21: April Remembers
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April Poem #19: How to be a Sand Dollar
On that visit, I made the acquaintance of a purse of sand dollars. I had never seen them as living creatures enjoying a day in the ocean surf.
April Poem #16: Wood Songs
And even though I know the woods, the hills, the coastline, the land often surprises me. There is always a gift to uncover. The woodland is where I find solitude, where my thoughts keep cadence with my footsteps, where I can go to unpuzzle the world and find peace.
April Poem #13: Memory of Spring
Observing the small birds like the juncos, chickadees, and sparrows, I wonder at their tenacity. Such small and fragile things, yet they weather winter snows, spring rainstorms, summer heat, and fierce fall winds. Where do they find their strength?
April Poem #12: Good News & Brighter Days
I am in the need of good news. I am thirsty for happy possibility. To keep myself afloat, I have made a conscious effort to turn towards hope.
April Poem #10: Love is Love
Today, my sixty-sixth birthday, I have been tasked to write about love. It is a good and solid subject. I know a thing or two about love. Or at least I think I do. I have poured out cups and cups of love to both the deserving and underserving. When love was new, I jumped … Continue reading April Poem #10: Love is Love
April Poem #9: The Souls of Birds
The birds return with their hope-filled songs. I think of them as angels returning to earth to share delight, to show us that one day soon we too will have wings.
April Poem # 8 – Blessed April
April is a moody child. I understand. I was born in April. Even though she storms and rages, I am drawn to her springtime glory. I am in awe of blessed April.
April Poem #7: Puddle-Wonderful
Rainy days are puddle days for me. Days to stop and ponder my imagination. Wouldn't it be grand to jump in and slide into another world like Alice through the looking glass?
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