Susurrus
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I learned a new word
From author Annie Dillard
Describing the sound
Of my favorite place to be
Where boulders and water meet.
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(A Waka Poem)
(A Tanka Poem)
Inspired by reading Annie Dillard‘s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. This is just one of the many words I had to look up while reading this book.
Water Over the Dam
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Artificial rumbles
Tumble from man-made pond
We think we have control
But it is all illusion
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(A Naani Poem)
Woodland Hike on a Warm Winter Day
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Slick mud
Boot prints, paw prints, bike tracks
Damp fall leaves not yet decomposed
Ice in the most shady and tucked away spots
Rocks in the trail decorated with the dried patterns of sneakers and boots.
Frozen waterfalls slowly eroding in warming drops.
Layers of fleece and wool and down.
Hiking boots laced tight
Pant legs folded up three turns.
Slippery trails filled with people and
Dogs on leashes
Bright blue sky
Rock climbers on belay
Cliff drops above
Creek burbles and winds and runs below.
Sliding down to shore, hoisting up to ridge
Bare branches
Exposed roots
Red brown rocks
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(A list poem)
I come into the presence of still water
When confused, overwhelmed muddled or unsure I
grab my boat, my paddle, my vest, my gear and ask friends and family to come.
We set shuttle, we change clothes, we unload gear, we quietly, gently slip into
the water of the moment, running river, ripples and rapids, the
current slowly, maybe quickly carrying my boat and my worries and doubts away, requiring presence.
Focus, concentration, joy settles in place of
doubt and confusion creating a mind and soul that’s still
despite the movement of the water.
(A Golden Shovel poem Featuring a line from The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry)
Happy place
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Happiness is the
Place Where water meets rock and
The Ripples reflect
(A Haiku)
A Picture and a Poem 