pre-travel grounding

 travelling is almost upon me!
 birdsfoot trefoil and purple vetch
that theme again, 
bloodroot and violet,
goldenrod and aster
those brilliant compliments
are the opposite of winter
and tucking in.
they are about generosity, 
shocking me out of dreariness. 
 sunset sometimes provides an entertainment
 bringing along clouds
dancing at the horizon
 coyotes chatting a little bit later,
 and the clouds are so worried about it all.
but the nutty structure
woodhenge, i absurdly call it
plays pick up sticks
to pass time.
 a few backporch flowers.
the hibiscus will come to school with me in september.
and on the dirt road where the new place lives
where i see a continual, untidy, glorious
parade of wild things
(the mower goes there, too).
swamp milkweed
said to me, "look here, velma,
LOOK i say, we're here, you must 
pay attention."
i know this because i did find sweetgrass this summer
for the first time,
i took one or two threads of growing silver
with the tiny flowering nibs
and then the blasted road crew
mowed them down.
i leave tomorrow
at the crack of dawn
for women's studio workshop.
this is the closest to 
new york city
i will have been in 50 years.

another blue

 the sky, the snow, the land
 the beaver dam
 i was too timid to cross
 little drainages
 one the beaver did not
 blue and blue and some red catkins
 the stream north
 and south
 shadow play
 gold and silver
 and magic to draw you in
the pantone postcard project
i am getting used to 
not being homebound by necessity
and love. 
strange freedom.