Forgotten Harvest

Dusty shelves filled and bowing
Dank and dark, hidden away
Waiting, patient, for the need
Loaded with harvests past
Overflowing with preserved plenty
Left alone, unattended
Abandoned fruit jars
Mason jars full
String beans, corn, tomatoes
Juices, fruits, sweet and plenty
Yet forgotten from another generation
A splendor of color
Sweet and savory melody of taste
Badges of hard labor and caring.
Untended and alone.

Lone Robin

In the distance
On a wire
A lone robin sings
Glorious morning
Glad song
Spring.

The Call

Come go with me today,
Leave your shell, your home
Walk away from the world
Step away from all we call
Life and walk into the woods.
Have you forgotten what life
What the world, what reality
Actually is?
It is not sitting in blue light
Staring at a screen.
It is not couching or loafing.
It is breathing deep
Seeing the world
Listening, feeling, touching
Being.

Dragons

Here there be dragons

Hidden from mortal men

Who will not believe

Who will not, no cannot see.

Yet to him brave enough

With vision enough

The courage to believe

They wait and watch

Dragons can be seen

They can be found

Hiding in plain view

Look closely...

See their eyes

Watching.

Beautiful bogs

There are wild things
In the wetlands
Beauty in the bogs.
Tiny enchantments
Waiting to be found
Pushing blooms skyward
Lilliputian glories
Fragile jewels hidden
In the mud.