It looks like a bunch

It looks like a bunch
mugwort leaves tied together
to make a smudge stick

Eating on nettle

Eating on nettle
the hungry caterpillar
before getting flicked

Only humans see

Only humans see
a boundary to the yard
for birds it's a perch

The frost on the leaves

The frost on the leaves
gives the eye a sense of touch
outlining contours

Awoke from a dream

Awoke from a dream
attempting to cook a meal
knowing it would fail

The trees on my street

The trees on my street
standing naked in the fog
as night turns to day

The growl of the wind

The growl of the wind
as gusts navigate objects
I relate to this

Versatile nettle

Versatile nettle
growing throughout my garden
happy to see you

Loving zucchini

Loving zucchini
I collect and dry the seeds
to love it again

Counting my fingers

Counting my fingers
moving lips while thinking words
waiting for the sun

Accepting coffee

Accepting coffee
knowing the pleasure will pass
mindfully or not

Sense of wonder grows

Sense of wonder grows
at the end of the longest night
meeting first daylight

Hungry at first light

Hungry at first light
frozen blossoms for breakfast
winter solstice breaks

I met a woman

I met a woman
wrapped in coat
outside at dawn
“It’s freezing,”
she said.

On the bottlebrush

On the bottlebrush
plays the haunter of the dark
I see tentacles

The inscrutable

The inscrutable
exhortations of my soul
call me to record

Her old-fashioned name

Her old-fashioned name
speaks of cautiously planning
the moment to bloom

Been a few winters

Been a few winters
since the woodpile has been cleared
my big logs will burn

Winter cold shoulder

Winter cold shoulder
facing the first frost this week
reaching out for light

Stray thoughts are sprouting

Stray thoughts are sprouting
blogging is like gardening
my patch needs tending