Herstory
Tell me a story
Of herstory in balance
where all the heroes
are peaceful
and the lowly
are thriving in joy
Then let us work together
or, even better, play
to make this a reality story
for our children’s children’s children
Beginning
On the lone hillside
green going on for miles
the single massive oak
luxuriates in worship of the sun
toe roots buried deep
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To sit there in similar fashion
soak up the sun’s rays
buried in deep verdant velvet
at rainbow’s end?
No, it is the beginning…
Magnolia
Through the window
and all the shades of green
a single spot of creamy white
like the orb of the moon
on a soft summer night
The very first pearl of the year
luminescent
harbinger of joyous celebration
on jeweled crown
Magnolia grandiflora
magnificence in perfection
almost too sweet for the eye
Present
Sometimes
ours is not to “get it”
Understanding may come
oh, so very much later
Instead
right now is
simply right now
time to deal with “it”
or not
Engaged in each nuance
of the present moment
no more
Bear
Baring my soul to Bear
witness of my dreams
lumbering past
bushels of fears and fancies
medicine teacher
gruffly grumbles and growls
beware the bear hug
just might crush you
smothered in love
or cast you correction
with the bat of a paw
The Farm
On the farm
all work together
‘neath the sun’s sweet rays
in a symbiotic dance
of life
in interconnected wovenness
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Till me a tale
sing me a song
buzz ’round the blooms
and I’ll hum all day long
