During my life thus far, I have experienced water in all its forms; rain, snow, sleet, hail – all the conditions that encompass the oath of the ever faithful mail carrier to complete their appointed rounds. I was born and raised in water friendly Minnesota, lovingly described on its license plates as the “Land of 10,000 Lakes”. It makes for a stunning landscape, all those lakes, with Lake Superior calling to me with its siren song of immense beauty. But I soon grew tired of the frozen form of water, the snow that would blanket the ground each winter, and the winter of 2010/2011 was like some kind of cruel marathon that Mother Nature seemed to be running. After cleaning snow off my car in mid-April, I wrote a poem lamenting the endless winter and set my sights westward. I could now hear the ocean calling me, just like when you hold a shell to your ear and hear the roar of the waves. And I had a vision of the Oregon coast, so clear in my mind. It wasn’t pretty and sun drenched like the Southern California coast. No, my ocean was cloudy and windy, with waves that angrily rolled in, all cold and foamy. And once I moved to Portland, and made my first trip to the coast, I saw my vision revealed to me in all its splendor. Yes, there is plenty of water here, in the form of rain. And yes, there has even been a bit of the white stuff too! But as I make my way through the rainy season here, I just remind myself that all those lovely drops of water falling down are what brings the green of the leaves, the colors of the flowers, and I drench myself in the luscious color palette of this place I now call home.
Whining About Winter
The snow, the snow
The endless snow!
In December, white crystals fall
Like jewels from heaven
In March, angry pellets of white
Are shot from hell
Pristine mountains of gathered flakes
That once glistened pure and bright
Are now dreary gray burial mounds
When will the melting commence?
To reveal the earth’s hidden palette of colors
As days march triumphantly towards spring
The sun cautiously creeps closer to the earth
It dares to stay a little longer
With each passing day
Come! Stay awhile!
Don’t be shy, we implore
And the sun finally agrees
To stop hiding like a frightened rabbit behind winter
And leaps like a graceful deer into spring
Chasing the snow into the ground
It lifts up sleeping life from once frozen dirt
The Pull of the Waves
How is it that I feel
Deep within my being
This pull of the waves
A body of water
Ocean, sea
Miles away
From my body
Yet my soul
Plants its feet in the sand
And I wait
For the water to rush over me
Rolling waves
Now I float on them
Rocking in a cradle
Swaying in my lover’s arms
The waves enfold me
A wet, salty blanket
Drifting off in a daydream
Blissful remembrance
Of how the water
Delights
The Changing Moods of Water
Water
Changing forms
Liquid drops of rain
Flakes of snow
Blanket of fog
Billowy clouds
Icy sheets on the river
Water floating upon water
Seared by the sun
Water warms
Water melts
Fondled by winter’s breeze
Droplets cease to fall
They hang suspended
Moments frozen
Tousled by the wind
Waves leap and cavort
In fits of rage they destroy
Yet water is liquid life
Nourishing our bodies
Quenching our thirst
It mimics the goddess Kali
A bearer of life
A destroyer of life
When made aware of its duality
We gain respect for water
And it’s ever changing moods