Constellation 5 June 2020 jp Focus is an art… (says he who is notoriously not…) How not to be distracted by constellations so everywhere above and at our feet…. Wherein we are ourselves a constellation.
Affirmation of Gift, Place, Being 30 April 2020 jp Finally… rain… soft… cold… refreshing… I hear the forest sipping the weness in… Rinsing the rocks… Soothing all our ears and souls… I am come she whispers gently Wash yourselves Drink of me Let me dance on your face On your skin On your soil Through your pine needles In through your toes and your feet and your roots To your bones Make wet your blood and sap Rain… Soft… Cold… Affirmation of gift, place, being.
After The Fields 2021 jp melville Cold... Quiet... Bright yellow fungus on balsam logs Wolf scat with feathers Deer droppings fresh Brown water from beaver dam overlying pond ice Forest leaves scattered flat everywhere waiting for winter's blanket No snow to cover them all Dark now... Quieter... Wind whispers secrets around the cabin logs...
Sweet Morning 1993 jp sweet humidity warmly softening all the edges of burgeoning deep green trees maple, spruce, ash, and hawthorn in the distant forest and along the tractor lanes sweet breeze blessing softly all the grasses waving thick in pasture the easy swaying clover and alfalfa blossoms the rye dancing on the hill sweet sunlight breaking over the horizon brushing over those same fields kissing the millions of shimmering leaves streaming yellow in my windows and across the floor sweet gaiety chattering softly all the sparrows and swallows and robins and dove and finch piercing whistles and tatata and dtooo dto dto dto away away in the distance a rooster crows and above the blue sky swept with strokes of white cloud...