Planting Trees

I am planting trees outside this November afternoon…The wind nips at my nose…I sit on the dirt pile –I lay on the dirt pile, soaking it in…The wheelbarrow is so heavy with soil – I sigh with relief when I am done.I’m planting trees for the future of Gaia –The future of our children, whoever

Turtle Lake

The fire glows like living soulsThe trees are art, like pillars of heartThe dog is sleeping, one eye peepingThe guitar is there, in the corner bare The snow is dripping, tea I’m sippingThe family is helping, jokes are peltingThe bed is big enough to digThe lake is ice, the sun is nice I am sitting