I am out with lanterns, looking for myself

I was walking on top of the river levee one morning in early December, before the solstice.  The river was looking healthy and full despite our years of drought, but we had had so much rain last winter, so much snow, so much water:  it was a bounty and we were grateful.   The Army … Continue reading I am out with lanterns, looking for myself

Poetic License

When I feel sad disconnected unsure of where I belong I invite the poet in.   She will remember the soft yellow-gray belly of the mocking bird vibrating as he trills high above me on the outer branch of a tree at the edge of the bridge. Darn, I can’t remember what kind of tree … Continue reading Poetic License