A Walk to Port Townsend
I hear
chirps of Pine Siskin hiding in the bushes,
watch seeds of cottonwood
fly like moths on fluffy wings—
Hold
the view of Pacific waters chanting
over wishing stones, calling me
to inhale.
Open
a door
to a free poem-of-the-day—
Here is Pádraig’s “Our Lady of the Garden”.
Thank you, universe, for all this time with you.
This Mamére has been busy this summer. In early June, we took a trip with two of our three daughters and their families to the Pacific Northwest. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and cool. I found poetry everywhere, on trails, in town squares, and in poetry boxes.
This week I was in charge of Leo, my oldest grandson who is seven. Seven changes everything! He can read and write and walk 2 miles in the heat. We took a long walk to our local city park. He humored me by helping me write a poem about our walk. He illustrated. You can see a video of him reading the poem on my Substack.
Reflections on the Teche 