Poetry · Writing

Snow at Oak Creek Farm

Through the window
Edges frosted in fog
Trees stand in coats
Of newly-fallen snow

It drops in clumps
And showers
In the breeze
And as birds flit
From branch to branch
Or the bending branches
Shake it off
To reach a little higher

Once-invisible wires
Of a pasture fence
Are bold, uneven
Strands of white
Stretching from
Post to post
Like lengths of
Hand-spun yarn

The snow falls again
In thick heavy flakes
Adding to the
Blanket of white


Larkspur Lane

Spring is in full force here at the farm.  Today’s poem is inspired by a little splash of color down by the creek.  Enjoy!

Waist tall stalks
Tipped in purple
Stand on either side

Showing off
Adding brightness
To the shade

It brings a smile
Each time I walk
Through Larkspur Lane

Larkspur Lane
Larkspur Lane


The other day, we were walking along the creek here on the farm, enjoying the spring day. As we stood under a western red cedar near where Maurie likes to sit and enjoy the creek, I noticed the fairy house she’d made a couple of months ago. When we came back up to the house, I wrote this poem and thought it would be fun to see what art it would inspire. I left the poem on the desk when I went to work, and when I came home, the art piece below was one of several she’d created that afternoon. Enjoy the poem and one of Maurie’s works of art!

I saw the tree
As I walked
Down the sidewalk
Bark was peeled off
Down low, in an
Uneven arch
The wood below
Weathered and gray
It looked like a door
With the wildflowers
Growing off to the sides
And the flat stone out
In front, like a porch
And I wondered
Who lives in there?

Art by Maurie Kirschner, The Green Woman
Art by Maurie Kirschner, The Green Woman

You can visit Maurie’s blog at: https://followinghercuriosity.wordpress.com/


High Places

Mt Rainier from Wonderland Trail - Summer 2001
Mt Rainier from Wonderland Trail – Summer 2001

Take me to the high places
To the mountain peaks
Touched by morning’s first light
As the rising sun reaches
For a handhold as it pulls itself up
From its nightly slumber
Let me join my shadow
To that of the mountain
That stretches miles to the west

Take me where rivers are born
In frigid snow melt lakes
Nestled amongst scoured rock
And solitary wind-sculpted trees
Away from the bustle
And noise of civilization
And where forests and fields
Stretch before me
In a vast patchwork quilt

Take me to the high places
To the domain of pika
And marmot and mountain goat
To the mountain peaks
Where I stand in the light
As the sun reaches out
And caresses me with its warmth
As it bids good night
And slips into the sea


Autumn Traveler

Autumn Traveler
Autumn Traveler

I have watched the water
Ever since I was young
As it flows past my home

Over smooth rocks
And swirling
Into quiet pools
It looks like so much fun

I have always wanted
To ride along
To see
Where it goes

Dressed in my autumn best
Of golden yellow
I unfurl
Stretching out
To greet the wind

And let go of my branch
To float down
And land
On the stream

To ride along
To see
Where it goes

Poetry · Sacred Spaces

Autumn Apples

King apples outside our window
King apples outside our window (photo by Maurie Kirschner)

Rosy Cheeks
Peer into our window
From their place
Tucked amongst the leaves

Hanging down
Across the path
They invite us to
Reach and pluck
For a sweet treat

Or they brush our
Heads and shoulders
To drop
An evening snack for the deer


McKenzie River – July 7, 2015

Bruckart Bridge
Bruckart Bridge over the McKenzie River, Oregon

Sitting on sun-warmed rocks
Icey-blue water licks at my toes
As it chatters and babbles
Flowing past my perch
Swallows glide by
Chasing down their evening meal
Bees buzz along
Leaves of alder and blackberry
Rustle in the breeze
A warm wind blows
I smile
The river flows…