granola

one bowl sticky with oil and maple and sorghum
and the other one huge for mixing everything in
and then, the smell of sweetness and cinnamon
swirling from the oven heated to 300 degrees

the accidental early

the accidental early rise
(6:30am wake instead of 7:30)
due to a watch set for an hour ahead
and the magnificent quiet
and pastel sunrise
it brings
_______
gibbous ribbous she calls gibbous
the skeleton wearing a cat suit
who keeps finding my lap to curl up on
and whose ribcage i can feel risefalling
on my thighs
on the couch
in front of the woodstove
_______
the dust burning rubber haze
drifting in the office
from the vacuum cleaner
whose belts are burning
and whose motor/body was probably
never built for the dust/dirt/pebbles
of a farm
_______
the dinner
coooked in the cleanest version
this whitehouse kitchen has been:
redeeming greens soup
with brown rice
and the soy sauced chickpeas
_______

the orange zest whose flavor i mistake
for orange juice
in the sweet potatoes with toasted pecans
_______
tonight’s sunset color report:
unicorn blood.
(the hottest brightest pinkest bloodiest magenta along the horizon
with some pastel pink blue patches  while the hazey moon glow looks over it.)
_______
robin wall kimmerer’s words
across the last braiding sweetgrass pages:
The moral covenant of reciprocity calls us to honor our responsibilities for all we have been given, for all that we have taken. It’s our turn now,  long overdue. Let us hold a giveaway from Mother Earth, spread our blankets out for her and pile them high with gifts of our own making… Whatever our gift, we are called to give it and dance for the renewal of the world.

with a c, no, with a k

the aged sandhill granola recipe card
whose brown/yellow color matches that
of the beeswax candles that it is
propped up between
on the hexagonal kitchen table
_______
the spices i sprinkle on
the sandhill-grown popcorn:
sandhill garlic powder (grown, peeled, food processed, dried and food processed here),
chili powder, nutritional yeast and salt
_______

the bird of prey
most likely red-tailed hawk
but possibly juvenile eagle
lifting off the side of the gravel road
and swooping up over us to land
in the corn stubble to the east
as the jingle of jack’s tags gives us away
_______
eric answering the phone
this is eric’s twin brother whose name is also eric
with a c, no, with a k
but they know each other really well
so you can ask me anything about him
_______
the sunset report
from viroqua wisconsin:
today’s sunset is fire as depicted in church window stained glass.
from here:

tonight’s northeastern missouri sunset report is frozen strawberry yogurt in a tube (on the edges) and something more sorbet-ish in the middle.

lean a little

the view from the old maroon nissan two door hatchback
permanently parked on a hill in the neighbor’s woods
how the forest floor looks almost orange and
how all the tree trunks
in their shades of browns/grays
seem to glow
seem to be arranged on a stage
that goes on forever
_______
em and i taking turns cartwheeling
down the slater’s hill
taking breaks for the dizzyness
before continuing in the bright sun
and cool air
_______
shabbat shalom cynthia says handing me
a pair of hand-dipped beeswax candles
that lean a little
in one direction or another
_______
tonight’s sunset: eyesahdow case
(the kind with whites and light purples and medium blues)

_______
we’re going to be watching meteor showers
with each other for a long time, i hope she says
and i respond with a field of yeses
_______

light snowswirl dusting
on the ground and in the air
in the cold under a bright (clouded) moon
in night-dark
the glowing
_______

since those spring-like days
the squirrels-in-the-ceiling season
has commenced
the peace of nights uninterrupted
with skittering and squeaking and more skittering
gone
_______
from the water world:

The cafe ‘Les Nautes’ in Paris, France, partly immersed in the the water of the Seine river. The swollen Seine rose even higher, keeping Paris on alert, though forecasters said the flooding should peak by the end of the day. – voice of america, day in photos

something like a heart

the sun through all
the opaque and partially filled plastic containers
linked to the scattered maple trees
by bright blue plastic tubes
something like a heart and veins,
like the wiring of a creature
beginning to fill with sap
_______
jack and i walking a loop
from the backroad, down along old canada road, and up
sandhill road
how he trots beside me
in the muddy leafy terrain
sun at our backs,
sun at our sides,
sun on our faces
_______
the bright orange disc
against the bright blue sky
the colors are the best, the brightest
when the frisbee passes overhead –
sun glowing through
blue bright orange bright
so bright they almost sing
_______
pat’s mango upside down cake
and pineapple upside down cake
and plain upside down cake and
some with brownsugar pecans and
some without and all made with love
for jeauxseph’s 39th birthday
(one decorated w/ a beeswax taper candle
due to lack of actual birthday cake candles
and the other decorated with a
crepe paper fold out flamingo
atop a bendy straw)

while the breeze moves through

the rhubarb peach pie with latticed top
that baigz makes for dean’s 72nd birthday
and how dean asks for a small slice,
his stomach still filled from fish fry lunch
_______
the incredible lightness of being outside
in the near-full moonlight,
sometimes cloud-shrouded, while the breeze
moves through leafless limbs and over cheekbones
_______

mama cats cowering/scardey-ing
at the sound of kris’s snowpants reminding me
of the weeks and months and hours
it took – this trust gained
_______
metal against metal
the creak and flap
of a loose metal rooftop patch in the strong winds
on top of a fallingapart chickenyard shed
screech scritch scratching
_______
the shock of red – a cardinal –
that keeps swooping into the fallen persimmons
and back out again
_______
from the water world:

Visitors make snowmen beside a pool at a hot spring in Hangzhou, in China’s eastern Zhejiang province. – voice of america, day in photos

all the frozen things

the soft smooth tan gray pink yellow blush
of waxwing bellies as seen
from the falling apart porch positioned
under the persimmon trees
_______
the sun singing a spring song
all the frozen things melting accordingly
_______
the sunset color report from several hours north:
Tang
mine:
first 1970s outer space movie haze
then now it’s orange marmalade
_______

rather than coil the root back in
i cut it off at the base
where it was once attached
and toss it like a bone
saying here, it’s yours
_______
what a guy!
i ask rachel to tell tony
who’s making dinner when she can’t uncurl herself
from the ball she’s in on the couch
and i can hear him say i’m manning up
in response in his light and high sweet voice
which makes us both laugh
for a good minute
_______
it’s not that it wasn’t full on/that i wasn’t full-in

it’s just that i wanted someone here more she says
while i rock the light pink stitches
up down up down
through all the different colors and patterns of patched fabric
under the bright bulb
from the clamp light