Sage
The cricket’s quiet now . . . that’s the wisdom he carries into winter. . [ 1599 ]
The cricket’s quiet now . . . that’s the wisdom he carries into winter. . [ 1599 ]
First a maple, then an oak — after the storm, the trees go on raining. . [ 1596 ]
Not, What’s in it for me? but, How can I help? says the rain to the earth. . [ 1594 ]
Rowanberries and cedar waxwings — it’s time to plant the daffodils. . [ 1592 ]
I burn with the forests. And when I emerge in spring, I’m listening. . [ 1591 ]
The far cliff is lost in the mist, like everything I thought I knew. . [ 1590 ]
This thing you call effort, sings the stream — why do you still cling to it so? . [ 1589 ]
Cradle the cup, and when you bring it to your lips, this is your first kiss. . [ 1587 ]
Listen — even this low, the stream above North Falls sings of abundance. . [ 1582 ]
afternoon sun / the first ripe apple / and an oven to bake it in . [ 1581 ]