Drinking Nature In (New Poem by Polly Castor)
So grateful to be sitting here drinking nature in, like electrolytes for my soul…
Poetry
Enduring Blessing (Poem by Jan Richardson)
Hear how they encompass you always—breathing this blessing to you, bearing this blessing to you still.
Your Own Devout Attention (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Since conscious attention is what it means to be human, what do we spend that precious resource on?
Proscription for the Disillusioned (Poem by Rebecca del Rio)
Come new to this day.
Remove the rigid overcoat of experience, the notion of knowing, the beliefs that cloud your vision.
Let Yourself Trust (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Be thankful, be obedient, let your heart shine forth and be sure, keep moving towards freedom and the dazzling light.
You’re the Result of Yourself (Poem by Pablo Neruda)
Don’t blame anyone, never complain of anyone or anything. Because basically you have made of your life what you wanted.
Hydrangea Resilience (New Poem by Polly Castor)
At the beginning of July, the ultramarine blue hydrangeas were like a finale of bursting fireworks their blooms reaching on strong stems, noble and uplifted, splashing their joy all over the scene.
Oh America (Poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)
Perhaps this is what we are doing now with democracy.
Bliss (poem by Henry Miller)
It’s good to be just plain happy,
it’s a little better to know that you’re happy;
Every Child Should Know a Hill (Poem by Edna Casler Joll)
Every child should know a hill, And the clean joy of running down its long slope With the wind in his hair. He should know a tree— The comfort of its cool lap of shade, And the supple strength of its arms Balancing him between earth and sky So he is a creature of both. … Read more
Sun (Poem by Ted Kooser)
I have been sitting here resting
after my morning stroll, and the sun
in its soft yellow work gloves
Photos of our Peonies with links to Peony Poetry
Loving our peonies!
Check out these new photos of them from our yard, as well as these peony poems
Trees (Poem by Mary Oliver)
Heaven knows how many trees I’ve climbed when my body was still in a climbing way…
Love Lessons (poem by Rosemerry Watola Trommer)
There were thousands of wild iris in the wide, damp meadow. Forty years later I remember it, still, the pale purple petals fluttering in the morning breeze.
Listen (Poem by Barbara Crooker)
I want to tell you something. This morning is bright after all the steady rain, and every iris, peony, rose, opens its mouth, rejoicing.
Audition Your Thoughts (New poem by Polly Castor)
You are not your thoughts, and not all thoughts are true or helpful, or even your own. You are not their originator but rather, their arbiter.
Just as Saplings (Poem by Lyn Asselta)
Just as saplings will grow from the crevices in a great boulder, splitting the stone with persistence and the gentle passage of time…