Wild tender beings
dandelion seeds blowing
To sacred spaces

Wild tender beings
dandelion seeds blowing
To sacred spaces

My favorite mugs
Hold Herbal elixirs, teas
Relief from illness

Once again breathing
The night sky, rising with moons
Breath lifting me up

Looking at myself
differently, starting to
Recognize beauty
Green green greens and bold
Colorful flowers ease post
election blues hope balms


Fall garden spoils green
Fragrant and leafy delights
Warm flavors to eat


Collards for me and
Collards for themπ€·π½ββοΈ laced leaves left
Enough for us all

Grass patiently waits
For rain, to turn it from brown
To green again, resting

Summer heat, to hot
offers plants sabbaticals
Try again in fall

Weeding and planting
Getting my soul right with Earth
Mother guiding me