In the quiet dark earth nurtures her future below the cold wet ground. Forests wait in embryo, plants and flowers and the vastness of green

Welcome darkness, fear and blight, welcome suffering, welcome night. Welcome the beautiful, desert and seas, welcome the mountains, welcome the trees. Welcome ignorance, violence and

Dropping like rain, I fall into a new year of starless nights and wet gray dawns, when crows return to silent evergreens as I search

Down I go the solstice ladder to the crib where phantoms dwell, wearing the cloth of my familiar they cut and tear, so heartless in

Christmas 2024 Voices joined in the dark, singing out the word of life, open and receive the birth of light, gift forever to the living.

Along the cracked sidewalks and traffic choked streets, beneath the winter barren of leafless trees, I gather the litter of holiness, tossed aside and left

Quiet as fallen leaves, I search the dawn for signs of belonging, signals of faith. Crows fill the rooftops, rain on wet streets, the droop

With darkness past its peak, sunlight charms the rain-soaked valley after weeks of clouded skies. Beneath the paved streets of departed forests, there is the

The night is clouded, close with rain, evergreens sway in shadow; darkness comforts. I let the earth approach, tree and tide, the sound of wind,

White capped waves lift across the sea as winter storms blow in from the south. Bending to the force without breaking, wind strengthens root, trees

Clouds descend on the island with the sound of foghorns and cries of geese. Somewhere hidden above sun and stars continue, while below I’m motionless

Sunlight on a wind blessed sea, the earth green and alive in the ritual of everyday beauty. I practice silence with deep rooted trees, letting

Putting faith in what passes I am abandoned, while the earth remains in green face shining. The dark of night and sweep of the tide,

Dawn on a steel gray sea, the rain-cleansed earth breathes; ancient trees and freshened grass share the hallowed space. Quietly I sweep the inner temple

Old roots reach deep water, travel through hardpan and stone to the well beneath the earth. There the wealth of many winters, full with light