In April (poem)

In April surprised by any old thing that should uproot itself and subvert the winter awakening to newness from sleep surprised each morning I, too, awake  words– thrown away by winds souls– slaughtered  by hatchets see—    but don’t see my heart left me— some night, long ago I wonder why in April the daffodils have … More In April (poem)

The Season of April

April, with its unpredictability, lingers on like a long season of tumultuous change. April is warm and soft one day, then icy cold and hazy the next. Rains pour heavily one day, with blustery winds, while the next day possesses a quietness as if no howling storm occurred the day before.  The earliest green sprigs have … More The Season of April

Holy Week (Poems)

This Bread I Break By Dylan Thomas This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree ‘Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy. Once in this wine the summer blood Knocked in the flesh that decked the … More Holy Week (Poems)

A Poem for Lent

    Lachrimae Amantis By Geoffrey Hill What is there in my heart that you should sue so fiercely for its love? What kind of care brings you as though a stranger to my door through the long night and in the icy dew seeking the heart that will not harbor you, that keeps itself … More A Poem for Lent

Calling Cards

Calling Cards Across pages hundred footprints of ideas, worlds within, shut-in, choked from chains of dust, caress each corner down binding torn and worn open page, set free captive verse and thought. Hands reach quench thirst starve ignorance whisper with ages share secrets with souls letters and inkblood of hearts gone to grave. Travel, unencumbered … More Calling Cards

Spring (poem by Hopkins) and A Prayer for Spring (poem by Frost)

Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins   Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –              When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;              Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush           Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring           The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;     The … More Spring (poem by Hopkins) and A Prayer for Spring (poem by Frost)

Maple Trees, Maple Sugaring, and Soul-Extracting

I didn’t plan to write about trees. It just so happens I saw a poem about willow trees on a website, and a corresponding article about willow trees and aspirin, which prompted me to write about willow trees here. I happened to come across a poem (posted near the end, below) which referenced maple trees, plus it’s also maple … More Maple Trees, Maple Sugaring, and Soul-Extracting

The Willow Tree

  I grew up near a golf course with graceful, majestic willow trees on the edge of the property. The golf course and the trees were just around the block and I loved looking at those beautiful trees. It was private property and it was also a golf course, so it was not an area … More The Willow Tree

Awake

Awake (poem) nowhere safe—sunlight seeps, permeates crevices— deep corners awake     © prasanta 2/2017 * Picture taken on a hike in the Black Mountain, NC area. Black Mountain is part of the Appalachian Mountain Range extending from the Blue Ridge.

The Day is Done (by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

The Day is Done By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   The day is done, and the darkness             Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward             From an eagle in his flight.   I see the lights of the village             Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling … More The Day is Done (by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Horizon (poems)

  Horizon: Drawing Lines If you draw a line there And I draw a line here What do we draw beneath and above ourselves Are we walking toward the same inimitable sunset If you put a tree there, and I put a tree here Can we rest under the same shade We see one another, … More Horizon (poems)

Presence (poem)

image source   Presence    Like snowflakes that softly fall, so is my love for you, landing gently around you, enveloping you like a cloud, a covering of white.   You will feel me, not as a coldness, as the real snow of a real winter, or like the breath of this world, with its … More Presence (poem)

Ski (poem)

Ski   I am deliberating: to ski or not to ski Lifts ensure an effortless climb up the hill Onward glide, but careful not to overdo Venturing down may require a little improv Every turn, take slow, then accelerate Yield, glissade, scatter snow in a flurry Orchestrate a rhythm, a tempo Unloose and fly – … More Ski (poem)

Snow-Fall (poem)

Snow-Fall A single snowflake Floats weightless, airy But millions of flakes falling Land heavy, bring a roof crashing down Branches bend Dip underneath heavy snow Crack and break Descend on a cold hard ground In the stillness of night, do you hear The echo piercing the silence, splitting The earth from sky? Do you seek the … More Snow-Fall (poem)

A Poem by Luci Shaw

    “…for who can endure the day of his coming?”  ~ Malachi 3:2   When an angel snapped the old thin threads of speech with an untimely birth announcement, slit the seemly cloth of an even more blessed event with shears of miracle, invaded the privacy of a dream, multiplied to ravage the dark silk … More A Poem by Luci Shaw

Snow-flakes (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Snow-flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   Out of the bosom of the Air,       Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare,       Over the harvest-fields forsaken,             Silent, and soft, and slow             Descends the snow. * Even as our cloudy fancies take       Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the … More Snow-flakes (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

“Listen. Are you breathing…” (quotes by Mary Oliver)

Below are some inspiring and beautiful quotes by Pulitzer Prize winning poet, Mary Oliver.  *********************************************************************** “Listen. Are you breathing and calling it a life?”   “Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields…Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.”   “Tell me, what … More “Listen. Are you breathing…” (quotes by Mary Oliver)

Freely Roam (poem)

      Freely Roam   You know I long to roam, at my will Like wildlife and buffalo In the wild backdrop of forested hills I see herds on the path, just downhill Past steaming springs, bubbling above ground It makes me long to roam, at my will I hike back trails and hear … More Freely Roam (poem)