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Hammond Pond Reservation, Green Line crossing
For five extra minutes you follow the path through mayapple, sarsaparilla and anxiety over a little hill and through what might be blueberry and poison ivy with beech and oak and maple rustling overhead to a pond, a flooded field … Continue reading
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Tagged boston, MBTA, mindfulness, nature, poetry, summer, urban wilderness, wheel of the year
empty pond, full sky
what does it mean to be empty and what does it mean to be full? empty air over the still glass surface of the pond empty belly geese make full-throated calls, expectant on a monday after the clocks change– magic … Continue reading
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Tagged boston, empty belly, geese, march, nature, outdoors, poetry, poetry - mine, spring, springtime in boston, spy pond, water, wheel of the year
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two february haiku – sunlight, startled deer
afternoon sun slants shows the marsh in a new light witch hazel, hemlock three deer in the trees bound away with startled tails tiny wild island
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Tagged haiku, new england, poetry, poetry - mine, wheel of the year, winter, winter in boston
The move: after
Wednesday 12/21/2011 Solstice. The Longest Night. The shortest day. We wake at 6:00 a.m. or thereabouts, with the windows outside still black. Day dawns rainy, chilly, but not freezing cold; it’s in the 50s on the solstice. Still, we know … Continue reading
january haiku – woods under snow
deep snow on the trail spreads the ground under dark bark winter. silence. here.
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Tagged boston, crone time, imbolc, january, mindfulness, on being a new englander, poetry, poetry - mine, snow, spiritual practice, walks in the woods, wheel of the year, winter, winter in boston, wintertime in boston, woods
August Moon Waxing
green acorns pink slips into night clouds take cover–seven pm blessed cool swim through the still-languid air sweat graces the back apples at the farmer’s market – Frances Donovan 8/19/2010
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Tagged autumn, moon, on being a new englander, poetry, poetry - mine, summer, wheel of the year
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