Rainforest Poetry

I sat out today when the monsoon stirred the air its wild whip breath of dragons  startling in intensity  I breathed the fresh washed air st...

 May is almost at an end. I am out in the garden watching dragonflies and hummingbirds. I hope you are similarly enjoying the last mellow da...

The tree is mother to the leaves Vine mother to the grapes  Rhizome mother to the iris The philosopher said mothers are our social scapegoat...

The worst thing I ever did  was to think that I could solve someone else’s misery  In terrible hubris  I waded into her life a life I myself...

The corner of the garden was a bare tree sullen empty grape vine stalks browning lawn wimpy broken leafed iris Next time we go there togethe...

New oak leaves beginning their stretch  in the first light of true day with blushing tips clusters like ferns they assert themselves as crow...

 Because I am here now  on this sun drenched sphere  awash in seas hosting life and consciousness  recycling every breath I believe being is...