the leeks smelled like springtime
as i sliced them into rings
and slid them into the puddle
of butter in the saucepan
to make magic with the onions.
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the stubborn oaks
the roses are sleeping
beneath the blanket of leaves the wind
has knitted and ripped from the trees.
numina
how You bend the universe
to meet me where i least expect it —
syzygy
i glanced out the window
into the night
and chanced to glimpse the crescent moon
the Sower of the stars
father Abraham was promised a son. but
remember — sarah laughed. can new things come from an
old body? can life spring forth from what is dead?
O Eternal Light
O Eternal Light, it is death’s night You have saved us from;
on those in the land of shadow and sorrow
You have dawned.
incense
the sap oozes from the fresh cut to the fir, perfuming our fingers with its wild, spicy scent
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this morning the sun
streaked the sky with ruby wonder —
but i went back to bed
tethered
is it a chain or
a root that holds us here; is
it fear or just love?
root & leaf
these leaves had roots once.
this sheaf was a forest
(or a tree)
and birds nested
in its branches,
squirrels cannoned
from limb to limb
with death-defying grace.