Monthly Archives: March 2019

Originally posted on POETIC OCEANS:
 Joyce Sidman Minnesota USA ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  From the  Second Adventure Novel   ‘Pencileeze Forest  Mystery            What Do The Trees Say We grow as Nature ordains never complain and bear the pains from black to grey, green to brown one by one we fall to the ground Our duty done with full obedience spreading freshness and fragrance with…

“We are the memories we don’t remember, which live in us, which we feel, which make us sing and dance and pray the way we do, feelings from memories that flare and bloom unexpectedly in our lives like blood through a blanket from a wound made by a bullet fired by a man shooting us in the back for our hair, for our heads, for a bounty, or just to get rid… Read More

“What Do the Trees Know? What do the trees know? To bend when all the wild winds blow. Roots are deep and time is slow. All we grasp we must let go. What do the trees know? Buds can weather ice and snow. Dark gives way to sunlight’s glow. Strength and stillness help us grow.” © Joyce Sidman, Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold [a free read if you have Amazon… Read More

The year we shaped our lives in the redwood forest, you brought a wounded salamander inside to heal. We gathered woodsy things, thistles and pinecones. We made rose-hip syrup, dried the last of the herbs. I decorated the cabin in an ensemble of earth tones, a spicy blend to match the fires you built in the hearth and the scent of the East in the ma’amoul baking. Our seasonal hibernation was swathed… Read More