February 21, 2021

Snow Angels


Plastic wrap gaiters secured with twine protect the transition from cotton sweatpants to leather work boots.

A well-tuned rumble shattering the muffled morning as he heads up the hill to my drive.

Snowy morning smell replaced by fumes of gas and oil immediately unearthing memories of my dad.

This vintage machine, made when machines were mostly metal, is piloted by ages of experience and a depth of mechanical knowledge I envy. It displaces snow practically, usefully, purposefully, precisely out of the way so I can move another machine about which I know so little.

“I’ll help you with the heavy snow at the end of the drive” he says while idling. “Thank you so much” I say. “Just being neighborly” he says, the end of the sentiment engulfed by the increasing throttle as he turns, heading back down the hill to home.


The cushioned silence greets me as I open the door. It’s early enough that snowblower rattles and shovel scrapes are not yet replacing Carolina Wren song.

Plodding through inches of snow, I am not yet ready to begin the tasks required to accommodate a normal day’s activities.

Heading to a flat open spot covered deep in snow, I fall backwards without worry, certain this mattress of frozen hexagons will catch me softly, conforming to my curves as much as any memory foam.

Smiling into the blue sky I move my long arms and legs in arcs, uselessly, impractically, for no reason but sensation, for no purpose but pleasure.

May 8, 2020

Garlic in rows

Apotropaic

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Read a new word, not sure how to say it

Apotropaic

Googled and found out it’s a way to say

Keeps evil away

This word’s apt for sage and crucifix

And bulbs of garlic

Some will say they are purely symbolic

While others may believe quite sincerely

What I do know is the meaning quite clearly

Apotropaic keeps evil away and bulbs of garlic

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April 30, 2020

A common blue violet blooms in the crack of a boulder.

Success(ion)

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A seed lands, crack expands

Roots making life from hard rock

Water feeds new plant needs

In the shade of a great hemlock

Boulder becomes mineral crumbs

Roots, rock, rain in wedlock

Through sun and storms new soil forms

The tale of a forest epoch.

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A Naturette Poem. A poetry form I invented to write about a tiny detail of nature.

The 8-line poem has the following rhyme scheme and syllable count:

6AA

8B

6CC

8B

6DD

8B

6EE

8B

February 20, 2020

Dots dashes spots splashes

Patterns of Morse code for the bees

Moths and flies fly from skies

Descending from up in the trees

Finding sweet nectar treat

At the tail end of winter freeze

Early blooms fragrant fumes

Wake insects from their winter zzzz


Naturette Poem

8 lines with the following syllable count and rhyme scheme about small finds in nature.

6AA

8B

6CC

8B

6DD

8B

6EE

8B