Stiff breeze from the south
Bamboo slaps against the house
Last night’s memory
In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem #942 Thorn and Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #29: Memory
Monthly Archives: March 2016
Clinging
Clinging to the past
Tendrils climb towards winter sun
Blue Morning Glory
Fighting the onset of frost
Spent blossoms soon memories
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #28: Clinging
Mothers: Losing Berte Cáceres
I am honored to call Barbara Albrecht a dear friend. She is nothing if not passionate about her mission and her selflessness and caring of others knows no bounds.
I was so saddened to hear the news about Berte Cáceres yesterday on NPR. What a sad loss for humanity.
Gualcarque River
Last night the forces of authority, greed, and misogyny assassinated one of the world’s great defenders of the Earth: Berte Cáceres. Winner of the Goldman Environmental Prize for her defense of rivers in her homeland, she was murdered for leading indigenous peoples against the construction of the Agua Zarca Dam.
I think of the great women in America who defend the land under their feet: Barbara Albrecht in defense of Pensacola’s watershed, Madeline Kiser-Bieta in defense of Tucson’s watershed and Costa Rica’s rivers; Terry Tempest Williams in her defense of wilderness in Utah, and Florida writers like Jannise Ray in her defense of the Altamaha River and the Long Leaf Pine habitat; Anne Rudloe in defense of Gulf coastal habitat, and Marjory Stoneman Douglas for defense of the Everglades.
Women relate to nature through their bodies as well as their minds, as mothers who watch over their children. That is why…
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Tantalizing Moonlight
Midnight blue moonlight
Peeking out from behind clouds
Senses tantalized
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and. Word Challenge #26: Tantalize and
CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #71 moonlight
When we despair…
Susan Feathers always has poignant posts. I very much relate to this one.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things” from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998. Published and reprinted by arrangement with Counterpoint Press.
Source: Collected Poems 1957-1982 (Counterpoint Press, 1985)
Listen to an Interview with Wendell…
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Dancing Echoes 
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