Thursday, November 6, 2025

Last Tomato


sitting on the cutting board
half gone already
to Gary's salad
unaware
(both he and perhaps the tomato)
this was the last one
fresh from the garden
of good friends
shared with generosity
out of abundance, yes,
but frosty nights 
loomed

And here we are
the last of a whole red basketful
bursting with flavor
sweet in a way
store-bought cannot comprehend
delighted in with
slow breaths
closed eyes
wide smile
ecstatic tastebuds
savoring summer



 

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Golden Light


Golden light 
surrounds me
just for a week or so
when the beeches turn
from summer's green
to autumn gold

This gold 
a kaliedescope
of every variant
green to yellow to brown
overwhelms me
every time

I stop my car
trying to take it in
but that is never enough
I get home
climb out of the driver's seat
and walk back
to that beautiful 
tunnel of molten light
stand
taking it in 
with every molecule of awareness


When the leaves are gone
blown by wind
pummeled by rain
too tired to hold on
when stark branches 
lift against wintry skies
remember what it felt like
when golden light
was everywhere





 

Tuesday, November 4, 2025

Samhain Moon


Tonight may be 
a super moon
beaver moon
and lovely
for all that hype
but 
I favor
Samhain's moon
with whom I spent 
Saturday evening
standing in the meadow
gazing mesmerized
as clouds shifted
across her face 

We circled the cairn
carrying stones 
filling them 
with prayers and hope
placing them
under her watchful eye
on that thin-veiled night




 

Monday, November 3, 2025

While the Sun Shines

 


While the sun shines

there is much to do

fill the woodbox

hang out laundry

mow the lawn

wash the windows


So easy to consider

all the details

making up survival

these, of course

must be done 

sometime

easier in clement weather


But what about thriving?

what about joy?

caring for the soul?

lifting my spirits?


My new list

while the sun is shining: 

wander in the woods

sit by the stream

soak in the golden warmth

stretch out in my hammock

paint the light

write a poem



Sunday, November 2, 2025

Sophia's Circle


 

I look around

eight women

from 40-something to 91

so many years

of finding pathways

through the chaos and joys

living brings


Holding faith

in heart and mind

letting it guide

encourage

and simply hold steady

when the storms are rough

roads treacherous

and uncertainty reigns


In this moment

after so many tears

and "opportunities for growth"

wisdom is shared

no clear-cut answers

simply insights and support

as we sit in this circle

face to compassionate face



Saturday, November 1, 2025

Halloween Comes with Invitations




Halloween comes with invitations:
choose an identity!
get creative!
dress up!
trick or treat!
dance!
let go of the old!

For the Celts
the veil is thin
Samhain, as they know it 
sits on the cusp
a new year just about to dawn
but first
honor the old
recognize what is yours
and what is not
again, the message comes
let go

now we enter interior time
you are invited 
to go within
ever deeper
breath here
let your shoulders relax
your heartbeat slow
be here now
is all you are asked







 

Friday, October 31, 2025

Rain after Drought


It has been a long, dry autumn here
leaves crunching underfoot
even more pronounced than usual
missing the usual scent
of rich earthy-leafy goodness,
"my" stream dry as a bone
even after a few earlier storms

But I am hopeful today

We woke to rain -
torrents - they would say
two inches an hour
a record of some sort
winds, too

It feels like relief to me
despite almost losing power
and needing to put off my morning walk
so I don't get soaked to the bone

I long to go outside
smell the earth waking up
feel the air ozone-fresh
see the stream flowing
experience something moving 
in me, as well
breaking the drought