The air is cold. But I don't notice. Because as I walk across the frozen lake, I know I can't afford to make a mistake. The longer I look At the fish that swim below, A feeling grows inside me. It's not fear. But fascination. We always say we wish Time would slow. And walking on water Makes me realize it does. We just don't notice.
thin pale grass competing with the big, strong tree roots pushed to the surface from below the ground
below the ground there are secrets
heavy clay compacted soil striving for moisture and air
below the ground there are secrets.
we cut the tree roots remove the grass plant a new garden
below the ground there are reasons
I wrote this poem long ago. It is about injustice and inequity in life and nature. And how there are so many hidden things we don’t know ... and still the sun, soil, and water are more for the grass, for the many ... for people and not those in power that come and go ... 🙏