Soup connected soul

Winter warmth, fuel through cold days, nights

Bold liquid joy, sip


Not so hurried

Sometimes we want them to already know

What we know

Sometimes we want them to be who they are going to be

Without know who they are now

Sometimes we try to hurry them

To be who we want them to be

Sometimes we try to hurry them to be

Who we see them as

Sometimes we hurry them along so fast

That they don’t get time to



Tryout life before

Committing to who

They are

Committing to who

They want to be

Sometimes we want them to bloom

Before they are ready



Spending time with Friends

Who are more like family

Meeting trees that breath life

Doing some urban hiking

On bustling city streets

Knowing that those summer nights

Will see you through all of the transitions

That this season brings


I’ve written lots of poems about summer. They are never quite what I want them to be. It’s just as well, since it is such a complicated season that is often full of transitions. Last summer I treated myself to some pretty awesome trips where I got to formally meet some redwood trees and reflect on the unexpected happenings in my life that have proven interesting to say the least. Here is another poem for good measure.

Smiles that stretch across the country

Meeting laughter that boldly heals the earth