Published in (Re)An Ideas Journal, Spring 2022, https://reideasjournal.com/drbonniepoem/ We have renamed what was once Tahoma, the Mother of Waters, a name that honored and revered, paid tribute to all we could be grateful for, instead insist on its adopted name, the family name of a British Navy Admiral who never washed in its waters, never […]
Archive for the ‘Natural World’ Category
We don’t speak of heaven in my tribe
Posted in Language, Mt. Rainier, Pacific Northwest on June 14, 2021 | 4 Comments »
Still Life Smith Cove
Posted in Aging, Heron, Mortality, Pacific Northwest, Painting, Women on November 2, 2020 | 3 Comments »
Like the crone observing new life from her crooked-neck perch bones and sinews exposed as winter’s denuded branches time relaxed immeasurable and infinite the blue heron rests on the leafless limb its s-curved neck raising and turning languidly.
Preparing winter’s rest
Posted in Autumn, Death/Loss/Grief, Interiority, Natural World on October 12, 2020 | Leave a Comment »
Grandmother’s feuille-morte quilt brown, crimson, tan, amber, purple beckons me barefoot but if I dared my feet would sink in cold slippery leaves soggy black dirt and gnarled twigs.
Toucans
Posted in Birds, Guanajuato, Hummingbirds, Memory, México, Music/Song on September 18, 2020 | 2 Comments »
Toucans landed on the field behind your house improbable, the things we think are beautiful Why the hummingbird, iridescent and almost impossible to track as it zooms and flits and chitters through the tree and not the giant black bus of the bee whose heft is long and wide, seeming to defy gravity, land on […]
Being loved back / Un amor recíproco
Posted in Cerros, Guanajuato, Leaving, Love, México, tagged Cerros, Guanajuato, love on August 23, 2020 | 2 Comments »
The land loves us back. She loves us with beans and tomatoes, with roasting ears and blackberries and birdsongs. -Robin Wall Kimmerer (2013). Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants It is not enough to know I loved the land the cerros – too big to be hills, too small to […]