hosta and daylilies
goldenrod grows too
I sit in silence
and think about
what needs
to be done now
and what can wait
until Autumn and Winter
Years ago, an older friend said, “You learn to save some things for Winter.”
hosta and daylilies
Category: Mental Health
not always sure and yet I know
not always sure
when one flower
leaves the stage
and another begins
I look up from a page
or from the kitchen window
and purple phlox are gone
daylilies and hosta soon
not always sure
and yet I know
in winter
how gardens
will grow in time
from frozen earth
to snowdrops
lilies and goldenrod
not always sure and yet I know
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin, 2021
early morning
cup from a thrift store
on my grandmother’s
straw chest
near the window
fills with light
Creative Author Note: Jill Briscoe
This morning, I am reading Faith Dancing: Conversations in good company, by Jill Briscoe (2009, Monarch Books; Oxford, UK and Grand Rapids, Michigan).
I bought a used copy from Amazon. The book is beautiful. Today I am rereading a few of Jill’s poems. Karl and I have heard Jill and Stuart Briscoe preach at Elmbrook Church in Wisconsin.
So many ways to share books!
warmth and textures
warmth and textures
of colorful handmade
afghans and blankets
from Bethesda *
I wonder about the people
who made them
stitch-by-stitch . . .
and why they let them go
perhaps a move from
one home to another
and/or a ministry of love
like prayer shawls
a passing to another Place
perhaps . . .
knowing their art
will warm another
and needing no credit
imagine buying such a gift
for a few dollars
and on sale too
* Bethesda Thrift Shop in Sheboygan, Wisconsin
Poem from this site on February 7, 2018
