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Green Poems for the White Mountains: New Hampshire in July

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Blueberry Mindfulness Practice

Astonishing

How many thoughts the mind can generate

That make no difference at all

To a hillside of wild blueberries

Ripening in the noon of late July.

 

 

Complex History

I’m sinking

Deliciously

In a pillow of duff and a

Puff of moss.

Sinking

Through years of life, growth, and death

My foot landing only gradually

On the ground

of all generations.

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Feast

Let me dine

On fresh eggs

Scottish oats

Wild blueberries

And the view of the woods

Behind the screened porch.

A forest of staghorn clubmoss off the back porch

A forest of staghorn clubmoss off the back porch