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Needlepoint in Concrete

Needlepoint in concrete

Nature makes its mark

Stitch by stitch

Photo by Robynne Limoges

The Tulip Wears a Crown

Not just regal in its bearing The tulip wears a crown Howsoever brief a monarch For all the world to see

Painting by Sir Peter Blake

Life Goes On ... And on

One hen forms a single egg
But a thousand hens
Perform a widening spiral
So life goes on ... and on





O Biomass That Gives the Lie

O biomass that gives the lie

Just how unsentient am I

Compared to your restless

Branches and shoots always

Reaching for the empty sky

And the obverse truth

Of your rhizomes and roots

Pursuing their destiny underfoot

(Drawing by David Harrison)

I Am the Nebulae

I am the nebulae

Upon first springing to life

I am the seven sisters still

Weeping within our cluster

I am the purest stardust

Shimmering even before it

Has been given a name

The Virus of Life

A green pandemic

Spring breaks out

Attacking the willow first

In a virulent virus of life

Painting by David Harrison

The Whorl of Life

Bared of its leaves

The winter oak persists

With its dancing

Bared to the wind

And to snow

All the better

It commits itself
To the whorl of life

Painting by Martin Jacobson

What She Saw in the Trees

A copse that might be

Copulating just as well

Denuded of leaves

Trunks leaning into

Each other forward

And aft alive to the

Thought that together

We are made a much greater

Living and heaving mass

By Georgia O'Keefe

The Leaning Trees

The trees just seemed

To be leaning into each other

On the road ahead as

If all together they had

Bowed in homage to those who

Had walked this road before

By David Harrison

The Lotus of all Travelers

On the pole boat

The Lotus of all travelers

Makes its way

Not stuck in the mud

But propelled by 

The simple act of

Reaching skyward 

Poem for Odilon Redon

I dreamed of blue poppies

Dying to release their fragrance

They drooped and sighed

And when morning came

Up to the very edge of night

The stems were bare and

The blossoms gone from sight

Poem for Gunnar Norman

A tree may be seen

As a leaf enlarged

In the right texture of light

Its trunk is but a giant stem

To hold the sum of all

Its leafy parts

Tweet for the Almost Full Moon

Whatever sense of order we possess

We owe to you Sister Moon

Reflective yet teaching us

To live more in the moment

Accepting of a fullness 

For which we always come
Either too late or too soon

Poem for #MotivationWednesday

In the ovaries of time

Every pebble is an egg

Destined to hatch

Bringing forth

New treasures

In the 3,000 realms 

Of Suchness

So diverse in kind

A Tweet for Matisse

Quod est desideratum

So the old master said

As he finagled death

With still more art

After taking to bed

A Shout Out to the Forest

The forest is no prison

But misprision to despair

The gathered trunks

Pose no bar to freedom
But serve as herald 

Of no constraint

A Tweet to the Rocky Coast

To the rocks
The waves paid
Obeisance
Showing homage
To the sheer endurance
Of the stolid earth

A Tweet to Energy's Passage

On a cellular level or

As viewed from outer space

The ghost map of our world 

Reveals the same scene of

Energy coursing through

The world's many veins

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