Poems

Aren’t you glad at least that the earthworms Under the grass are ignorant, as they…

Ah, I think I see a few of the tricks now. It’s easy not to…

To live content with small means. To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather…

I awaken before dawn, go into the kitchen and fix a cup of tea. I…

There is truth in the garden and it’s speaking in tongues. There’s steadiness in the…

Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if…

I want to write of the light but I do not know whether words can…

In the leaf, in the bud, in the shell-colored sand. In the eye of a…

May you taste the colors of sunset, may you touch the chorus of dawn, may…

Willing to experience aloneness, I discover connection everywhere; Turning to face my fear, I meet…

Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve…

Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I…

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, “You owe me.”

The orb of light crests the ridge, I stand facing her at the high point…

If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most…

Savoring the substance of existence is a serious frivolity.

Each day the engine of my gratefulness must be coaxed and primed into action. Of…

“I don’t feel anger against the perpetrators, only confusion and pity and sadness. I also…

This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb…

Let’s not say our names or what we do for a living. If we are…