What You Will Find Here
My grandmother had this little saying: If you put a fifty cent plant in a five dollar hole, you’ll have a five dollar plant.
Category: s. rochelle poetry
The Lone Crane
Mistdrifts on the lake, a singing bowlof mystery, pinesangling the rim, breathof September thinningand catchingon the edges of autumn,and on the cuspa crane waits. He seesleaves releasing in mute surrender,revealingforgotten robin beds, feelswarmth retreatingfrom the skin of the earthdown and down intodeep and unshakeable summersunder the world. He standsregal, listeningfor the messenger wind callingwitness to justice,wings leaving whispersof what his eyeshave seen in the sky, wingscalling eyes to heaven. A blink,and he is gone, risinginto winter alone. ~s. rochelle
Go Gentle
Go gentle with the one you loveas the moon, which does not drivethe tides but enthralls the space between. Go gentle with your childrenas the bow, which does not forcethe arrow but yields to the archer’s course. Go gentle with the prodigalas the sun, which does not withholdits warmth but embraces all the earth. Go gentle with your pastas the oyster, which does not purgethe wound but covers it with beauty. Go gentle with your tongueas the winter plum, which does not shamethe season but finds it flowering. Go gentle with your heartas…
Strawberries on Straw
Written in honor of Earth Day, this is a poem about passing time, old ways lost, a place that I miss, and a man I deeply respect – the man who walked that narrow footpath by crooked old trees. This is a poem about care for our earth.
Coffee
There’s an old screen door in my heart,
And a memory –
Bare feet cross a worn wooden porch
Into an old yellow kitchen
With a stout black stove, and sunshine
Shambling across the linoleum…
An old memory of six sisters and their mother, and a coffee ritual that is forever etched in my memory…