Birdbrain
morning hangs heavy
saturated
warm;
my preoccupations
palpable
even to the
tiny creatures
of the suburban
understory,
what with their
fluttering
scurrying
pecking Continue reading Birdbrain
Tag: poem
To all the Mamas (a toast)
Here’s to the mamas
who sniffed the necks of their newborn babies and those who
could finally stop pacing when the adoption papers came through. Continue reading To all the Mamas (a toast)
Dandelion Clocks (a haiku)
Just a field of weeds? Or maybe it’s a million chances for wonder. ©Vixen Lea 2020 Continue reading Dandelion Clocks (a haiku)
Cocoon the People
as the churning cacophony
of humanity
suspends, floats
and settles
each anxious human face
tucks neatly in its house Continue reading Cocoon the People
On wearing the Mom Suit
The juxtaposition of being a fragile human and a strong parent has never been more intense than this moment, during these times of global anxiety and local restraint. My children are young enough that they deserve to reside in the soft web of innocence a little longer. As parents, we are the weavers of this ethereal web, our sleight of hand holding the chaos at bay. These fibers become more tenuous each year, as our children’s arms and legs grow longer and their eyes begin to see farther into the truths of the world. Continue reading On wearing the Mom Suit
Crocus
It’s too cold!
yells the gusty wind
You’ll freeze to death out here,
whispers the dusting snow
You’ll never survive the nibbling deer,
chatters the squirrel. Continue reading Crocus
A March Wind
When life hits you with a sudden blast,
like a strong March wind
that rips fresh buds off eager spring branches,
leaving you staring, stunned, at your bare twigs
wondering if you have the energy reserves to start again… Continue reading A March Wind
These casings we are in
These casings we are in:
The book jackets to our complex souls.
We move in them every day
The rituals of cleansing,
feeding,
flushing
form habitual ruts Continue reading These casings we are in
A Poem For My Son
Little boy
you carry my heart with you each day
in your grubby hands Continue reading A Poem For My Son
Judge Not. Fear Not.
When we can reach in and hold each other in our shared human-ness we will be connected in love and positive power. Together we rise in flame. Continue reading Judge Not. Fear Not.
