Tuesday, November 28, 2017

A Sphere of Years

I am a sphere of years
Rolling on space/time’s
warp and weft.
In Chartres Cathedral
Infant Jesus holds
A golden ball in the palm of his hand
On the black madonna’s lap.
From dark matter we come
And the divine child is born within
And every year is born again.

Monday, November 6, 2017

Where to buy Books by Barbara Spring

The Wilderness Within, Between Sweetwater and Sand   my poetry books and The Dynamic Great Lakes non-fiction are available at the Bookman Bookstore in Grand Haven, MI.  Increasingly these books are becoming scarce on line.  

The Dynamic Great Lakes  is available on Amazon's Kindle reader.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

The House Built on Sand

I have lived in this house built on sand
                                                                for quite a few years.

I begin to understand
why sand sings underfoot.
Once part of the main
each grain knows

Earth’s epochs of fire and ice
floods and dawns filled with birdsong
salt seas then sweet water seas.

West winds, lake waves of jade and blue
stack clear quartz sand into rolling dunes.

Our house on the dunes
receptor for news whispered
through quartz sand.

Heartbeats, drumbeats, shaman flight.
Buoyed on night winds
that twist around my house
I wander colorful countries
wearing Joseph’s many colored coat.

I float.

In a tumult of stars
Venus blazes a path across the sky
shines in each quartz granule
passes over distant lands
I see in dreams.
Awake or asleep in my house built on sand

I go everywhere.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Spirit Bears

Sun bear sleeps in mountain flowers
Moon bear wades a rushing stream
Dark bear dances in my dreams
Light bear flies in icy air—

Sun bear deep in mountain thyme
Black bear strides with moon glazed hair
White bear swims the green salt sea—
                                      All and ever spirit bears.

My bears dance with me everywhere.
You may not see them but you will know
My midnight dark and noon delight.

 My white hot, my ice blue cold
In forests, meadows, streams and seas

My spirit bears strong and bold.

Friday, September 8, 2017


Pendulums of kangaroos
 swing over the plain
Eyes of peregrine as it stoops
Swift feet of cheetahs in hot pursuit
Velcro toes of geckos on ceilings and walls
Slick penguins soar under water
Spiderlings float over on parachutes
Scallops jet along the sea bed—
As for me? That’s what I see
On my TV.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017



Hardy as upright pioneer women
Wearing hot pink sun bonnets
Rambling over sea side banks
Sending out tangled shoots
Like green tatting.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Lake Superior

Lake Superior

Ice and snow in slow
where wild wolf packs
under a copper moon—
after an eclipse
Their howlings spiral

wolf music echoes
  off  stone cliffs
and countless sibilant sea caves
where blue ice lingers still
into late April.

Lake Nipigon waters spill
Lake Superior fills
 and all waterfalls
trickles, rivulets,
Gush now fast now slow.
Ice snaps, cracks
 And deep white snow in slow retreat
over rapids and roaring falls as
into the wolf’s head
 it goes.
Living water sighs
enters every living thing:
drifting plankton, swarming fishes,
 mayflies dizzy the air
black flies, mosquitoes,
monarchs sipping milkweed,
 blue swallowtails taste flowers with their six feet
pale green luna moths suck sweet sap,
flying swifts and nightjar, owls, loons
all pass through
 and over
the wolf pack
and over
Lake Superior deep and blue.