I'm joining Beverly A Baird & Linda Schueler again in a year long poetry practice. On the first Friday of each month we, and anyone else who joins, writes a poem and shares it. This year the focus is going to be on using poems to inspire us.
This month we are doing either “Where I Live” or “Where I Come From” poems. I wrote a Where I'm from poem in January of this year.
where i live
summers are hot
precipitation is rare
the round brown hills of my youth
are a constant backdrop
except when spring rain and snowmelt
inspire bunch grass and wildflowers
to cavort across their slopes
where i live
in the valley,
it’s deceptively lush and green
except when spring rain and snowmelt
inspire bunch grass and wildflowers
to cavort across their slopes
where i live
in the valley,
it’s deceptively lush and green
fruit stands line the highway
displaying baskets of
berries, cherries and apricots
these ground crops, fruit trees, and vineyards
are sustained by
a concrete irrigation canal
and straightened out river
are sustained by
a concrete irrigation canal
and straightened out river
where I live
wineries abound
but the expansion of agriculture
into the steppes
has meant that the burrowing owls
who once populated these landscapes
have now been extirpated
where i live
our cedar hedge is home to
quail, sparrows, robins,
and birds i don’t know the names of
i spend mornings and evenings
in the backyard garden
currently, i’m harvesting raspberries
but it seems like what i mostly do
these days
where i live,
is weed
where i live
our cedar hedge is home to
quail, sparrows, robins,
and birds i don’t know the names of
i spend mornings and evenings
in the backyard garden
currently, i’m harvesting raspberries
but it seems like what i mostly do
these days
where i live,
is weed