You said your gray hair brought you distinction but I knew it was the wisdom in your gaze and the heartshine through your smile. As for gray, Know that where I come from gray clouds make me sigh in relief as they hover across the face of fire. We both held babies in the dark … Continue reading The benefits of being a stranger (a song for Beth)
The night before the storm, I held the children hands as they fell asleep and looked through the window. One yellow light glowed in the dark. When we moved here, over a year ago, I used to wake up in the middle of the night, still a stranger to time, sit by the kitchen window and … Continue reading As children play
It has been a month. On a Friday, one moon cycle ago, I took my children to learn about sugaring maple at Tyler arboretum, but the day was frozen and the sap did not drip. We stood around the Maple tree for a while and then walked back to the classroom. Being inside, looking outside, … Continue reading Soul temple
It was the day after the snow. Bright blue skies. Fresh dust-like snow rapidly melting as the day advanced. Fluffy snow patches hanged from the twigs, making it all look like a dry and ready to be picked mid-summer cotton field, somewhere in the upper Galilee. The creek stumbled over rocks and ice, rushing away, … Continue reading The day after the snow
I met you, winter, at the end of all seasons. I learned your truthful taste and knew, that all my cold seasons were but sweet colorful patches of Anemone flowers and Cyclamens hiding beneath the mountain rocks. You were real, and I can call you mine, having walked the stormy days and frozen nights of … Continue reading I met you, winter.
Cold winter, snowy, then frozen. Then it rained. In it, I celebrate my years. The tiny island in the middle of the Brandywine river has the shape of a golden heart, blighted by frost. On the river banks grew Sycamore trees, their white bright branches rise and twist against heavy metal skies. I set next … Continue reading Forty four years
Ice spread like countless diamonds on fir leaves and trees branches, shimmering in the cold sunlight. As I moved closer, I heard the music it played, tiny screeching sounds, as it invisibly yet inevitably melted down to the earth. Approaching my birthday, I look back and see how this year has shaken me to the … Continue reading Black moon over the valley