by Marci Madary My desk faces the back of our third-floor condo where I frequently gaze over my computer screen into the branches of all...

What if darkness isn’t something to fear, but a requirement? What if relaxing into the long night is the secret? I have sat alone in...

Living in the unknown is more comfortable as an idea than it is a reality. When we find ourselves in the in-between, we cannot help but...

Eyes gently closed. Hands on lap. Feet on floor. Breathe in. Breathe out. Morning light warms my prayer. A buzzing buzzes my ear. My eye...

Red, newborn fists hold together crumpled buds at the ends of patient tree limbs. Magically, they will relax open into smooth, emerald...

Since the first dawn, Wisdom awakened as Queen, ancient as time and veiled in mystery. All tried to keep her in sight but often had to...

Maple Tree calls to me. Her enchantment lifts my eyes beyond my electronic screen. “Notice me,” she says. And I do. The lush green of...

I have never aspired to be a fireman or an astronaut or the president. I have dreamed to wake up as a Wild Flower. A wild flower with...

The edging light commands the lined rock to dance in orange and pink hues as the Arizona sun sinks behind the mesa. We stand and embrace,...

Normally I reserve this blog for original poetry. But today is different. The poet of my heart, Mary Oliver, died today. As a...