Poems From The Porch — Yesterday, I received the gift of sadness. It came unbidden, like the cracking of an oyster shell reveals a tender body grasping a pearl. Yesterday, I received the gift of confusion. It seeped in ubiquitously, like the chance introduction of beet juice infuses clear water with red. Yesterday, I received…

Poems From The Porch — It is so good to name things, to see my heart’s desire, to recognize that I meditate each day because I long for You, that I sit here, pen in hand and book in my lap, to tap into that which will awaken me to Love, that which will bring…

Poems From The Porch — Three turtles are swimming in the clear water of Johnson Creek — Mama Turtle, Papa Turtle, and Baby Turtle. Their silence is a significant contrast to Monday morning workers talking loudly about the problems of their day. Traffic on the 27 lets its presence be known in zooms of activity. …

Poems From The Porch — A sweet waterfall flowing through Johnson Creek offers the sound of ambient serenity. A wide-eyed verio, singing loudly in a nearby tree, his gray, green, and yellow feathers are hidden among the leaves. The call of a golden-fronted woodpecker adds an intermittent staccato to the melodies of the Texas Hill…

Poems From The Porch — Petite yellow wildflowers, on the verge of blooming, are leaning into the warmth of the sun. Their stems stretch upward on one tall stock before expanding outward. The dry Arizona mountains are covered with green brush, even on their tops. Above them, the blue sky is making room for these…

Poems From The Porch — Petite, yellow wildflowers hanging on tenaciously to the cliff’s edge San Juan river steadily carving time into the rust, sage, and grey stone Low-hanging clouds subtly meandering nearer and nearer Gusty wind heralding the approaching storm Sand mountains appearing like scoops of Neapolitan ice cream slowly melting together Two inky…

Poems From The Porch — Sun warming green on the mountains and fecund valley below Happy campers walking by offering cheerful morning greetings Scrub oaks arching a winding trail of shade Squirrel swiftly scampering across the campground Red velvet ant hurrying hither and thither Body relaxed without effort, I am grateful for a new season. …

Poems From The Porch — White Aspen bark with green leaves poised to turn Amber dragonfly glinting in the sun Vacant blue sky inviting the day dreamer to imagine possibilities The season has changed for me, and I am hopeful — not in outcomes or positive futures, but that I can in-joy the sacred present, …

Poems From The Porch — The sunrise is finally touching the stark, gray mountain, lighting it up silver and white. I am bundled against the cold and barely feel it. Life is crisp and fresh, pastel-colored stones and green lodgepole pines. I don’t think of you every day. No, my life is lived in relation…