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key bridge in the distance
for weeks at a time i am convinced the gold bells ring from the other side afloat on sea wind, they drop bigger than dimes taste heavenly as sacred fruit dish of soft, the sweet the bitterephemeral light pause, the delight of air at once inside immense, the exalt plum of quietnessthe warmth, the tenderness…
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Praise, @ first harvest
The creek is dark orange and mud brown, the tannins from the bald cypress so rich with mineral it almost floats like an additional layer of color on top. The water looks solid. Or, viscous. Standing thick creek muck in the standing July heat. Then it’s the full moon, and the new month starts, bringing…
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On the first full moon of summer
The yarrow and mimosas are in flower, it’s a perfect night for lavender elder offering shmr and my nettle tops are finally ready for tea… Some vision comes for the continued establishing of the wild flower ditch, and on the first full moon of summer I pray (help us remember) to believe we’re magic…
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The Grand March
Kenna had awards banquet Wednesday night. She was a nominee for the faculty award, made the president’s academic excellence list, and will graduate in two weeks magna cum laude. After, the kids went home with their mom til the other side of the weekend, and next weekend is Memorial Day and they are going camping…
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Wild spaces. Chesapeake forests.
Some week in the later part of fall I cut a path into the forest about where the morning sun comes up, eastward. Most morning times leading up to the winter Solstice I find time to wander the woods, starting at that point. The path winds to the right and immediately through a second generation…
Kel 