Philosophy 2015

Philosophy 2015

 

Each trembling leaf

Each bruised knee

All blue skies

And knarled trees

 

Take your chances

Don’t fall down

Go for a walk

All over town.

 

And if you fall

And nothing is broken

You know you’re strong

In spite of all.

Harvest Poem

Harvest

Geese filled fields and apple fragrant orchards

Fruit stands bursting bins—

Bees tumble in velvet blooms

Gather sweetness, fly through honeyed air.

Grapes hang heavy on vines, purple, red and green.

Such sweetness asks you to breathe out blessings there.

Salmon streak streams with silver

And hunters lie in twilight darkening

They wait for swift white tail deer.

                                        --Barbara Spring