Peapods and Plain Rocks

  Don’t Hesitate   – Mary Oliver If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and...

 A Christmas Haiku by Cor van den Huevel  the little girl hangs all the ornaments on the nearest branch

  Peaches—Six in a Tin Bowl, Sarajevo ...

  little prayer ...

THE END REWARD by Jonathan Greene What passes in this world for clever amusing sleight of hand or child’s play or a magic trick tha...

  My Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth My heart leaps up when I behold       A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So...

Wild Geese Alighting on a Lake by Anne Porter I watched them As they neared the lake They wheeled In a wide arc With beating wings A...

Tulips for Elsie by Jonathan Potter The day before you died I thought I'd bring You tulips for your bedside table, bright Ones, pin...

Glass by C.K. Williams I'd have thought by now it would have stopped, as anything sooner or later will stop, but still it happens ...

  Starlings in Winter by Mary Oliver Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and insta...

Field Guide by Tony Hoagland Once, in the cool blue middle of a lake, up to my neck in that most precious element of all, I found a pa...

  Winter Is the Best Time by David Budbill Winter is the best time to find out who you are. Quiet, contemplation time, away from the ...

  Leaning In by Sue Ellen Thompson Sometimes, in the middle of a crowded store on a Saturday afternoon, my husband will rest his hand o...

  Translation Months later, my father and I discovered his mother’s last word— deep in the downstairs freezer, one loaf of dark rye. ...

  Eagle Poem by Joy Harjo To pray you open your whole self To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon To one whole voice that is you. And know ...

  Winter Morning by James Crews   When I can no longer say thank you for this new day and the waking into it, for the cold scrape of ...

  Valediction I hear before seeing, no need to see to know morning’s ocarina, plaintive call, soft strut on leafmeal. It was the first ...

  roots by Lucille Clifton call it our craziness even, call it anything. it is the life thing in us that will not let us die. even in...

  A Pasture Poem ...

  What if you slept...              by Samuel Taylor Coleridge What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In...

  The New Song by W. S. Merwin For some time I thought there was time and that there would always be time for what I had a mind to do ...

  O sweet spontaneous by e e cummings   O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting                fingers of prurient phil...

  Monarchs, Viceroys, Swallowtails  For years they came tacking in, full sail,  Riding the light down through the trees, Over the roofto...

Musial by George Bilgere My father once sold a Chevy to Stan Musial, the story goes, back in the fifties, when the most coveted object...

  In Passing   How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special myster...