Licht Years
where are you going, where have you been?
and rowed him softer home
Posted on June 3, 2019
the old birdhouse was stuffed with sticks and feathers
at first glance she thought it was a dried milkweed pod
how fragile
this baby wren
she gently cradled him in her hands
and placed him on a branch
where he had room to spread his tiny wings
and fly home
the polar vortex
Posted on January 31, 2019
stopped by for a visit
seems an appropriate end
to the month of January
kiss the sky
Posted on January 28, 2019
“I’m jealous of nature. It just expresses itself without judgment, the comparison with others, worry or complaints. And because of this very fact, it heals us in ways we can’t even imagine.”
making the bed
Posted on November 20, 2018
“In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets.”
― Cynthia Rylant
waiting
Posted on April 10, 2018
for warmer days
Sometimes what we learn and who we become in the process of waiting is even more important than what we’re waiting for.
~ unknown
