Monday, February 27, 2012
The twilight sky has been beautiful this week. I've watched at dusk as Venus and Jupiter have tried to woo the moon, but neither succeeded. Now Venus is falling for the horizon with Jupiter not far beyond. Somewhere in the east, Mercury is rising. I think I've found him, but I'm not sure.
On Meanders last walk I looked at the sky above the water. So many stars (and maybe planets) but no planes... those posers who chain their lights together as tawdry baubles.... cheap necklaces that seem to go on forever.
No. Just dark and quiet and water rushing. And the soft crunching of sticks.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Thank God for trees
Who drop their branches like afterthoughts
On cold winter days onto stiffened grass
In parks and unsuspecting places.
And thank God for trees, who wait with patience
Knotted up with too much, inside
Too many toys
Too much giving
And far too little running.
Thank God for branches turned to sticks
Turned to prey that's
Turned to joy.
As it's caught
Until it's time to settle in for the feast...
Eating sticks under the twilight sky
Then picking joy out of their teeth...
Wooden stars that light their way home.
Thank God for trees.