The Fountain Don’t say, don’t say there is no water to solace the dryness at our hearts. I have seen The fountain springing out of the rock wall and you drinking there. And I too before your eyes found footholds...

Stages by Hermann Hesse As every flower fades and as all youth Departs, so life at every stage, So every virtue, so our grasp of truth, Blooms in its day and may not last forever. Since life may summon us...

~~~~~~~~~~~ Listen to the Stones ~~~~~~~~~~~ When I began to listen to poetry, it’s when I began to listen to the stones, and I began to listen to what the clouds had to say, and I began to listen to...

Autumnal by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer         ...after a line from William Stafford When the leaves are about to yellow and fall ask me then how I tried to hold on to what was green, how I thought...

Sleeping in the Forest   I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing...

The Sunflowers Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts, their green leaves, so heavy and many, fill all day with the sticky sugars of the sun. Come...