SELECTED POETRY

TRILLIUM

Trillium
soft and sweet

purveyor of the past
keeper of secrets

what is it
that your slender petals
do not say?

SOSTICE

We wake early
to watch the sun
rise.

 One season ends,
another enters.

 Looking above,
effervescent light
traces shadowed
hills and weightless clouds.

Time is neither
short nor long.

 It is humble indigo
becoming
radiant fuchsia-
alchemy in morning sky.

 Even in the absence of light,
may we give thanks.
For we know,
the sun always rises.

RETURNING

You return to grief
to sink into it

not run or hide
but let it wash over you
to embrace the pull

of a thousand perennial tides.
You bend your knees
to feel the salty sand underneath

again and again
you resemble
what you once were

but weathered and bare
you’re now something new -
smoother, finer, softer.