This is the season, spring-to-be-summer, when I wrote this poem. I hope you join me to appreciate the many flowers that are sometimes called weeds. We must plant and conserve more native bushes and flowers as the lives of our bees, butterflies, and birds depend on them. Thank you for reading my poetry. Abundant Forgiveness…
Category: nature
Composition of Storm: March, 2023 Featured Poem
These atmospheric river storms just keep on happening. The poems keep on coming. This was from the storm a couple of weeks ago. The poem is new and might change form eventually. I need to sit with it for longer. We had storm wind force water in under our patio doors to leak on the…
Rain –– February, 2023 Featured Poem
And it is still raining! In January I was so busy editing my new book All in Measure: A Book of Hours, 2020-2022 I missed posting a poem. Yet another storm is passing through the Bay Area. Snow on unexpected hills. Even more trees uprooted or branches broken. When we first moved here, California the…
The Fog Speaks –– October, 2022 Featured Poem
Growing up in New England, over 50 miles from the ocean, fog was rare and exotic weather when I was growing up. My Dad would tell me about the pea soup fog in London and I imagined getting lost. Living in San Francisco, 2 miles from the ocean fog is a very frequent visitor and…
City of Forty Hills — September, 2022 Featured Poem
I am hoping this will appear in my third poetry book which is currently in the editing process. This poem is in a loose version of a haibun. The great Japanese poet Matsuo Basho wrote many haibuns. This form is composed of a short prose piece followed by a haiku. I went down a delightful…
Red-tailed Hawk Night Vision Live Cam: 2:00 AM August, 2022 Featured Poem
I don’t know how many of you ever watch the live cameras. In the Bay Area I have watched the osprey nest on the Richmond Bridge, the peregrine falcon cam on the UC Berkeley Campus, and this live camera on the grounds of the Presidio in San Francisco. Internationally, there are so many more live…
Narcissus — April, 2022 Featured Poem
It is still spring here in San Francisco. My mother taught me how to “force” bulbs, and to bring in sprays of forsythia which she left in the cloisonne vase on the piano to develop buds and bright yellow cascades of flowers. I think of her in spring and her love of flowers. Even in…
Grandmother–Featured Poem for March, 2022
Many of us have lived with or still enjoy old dogs. I remember my childhood dog, India, with this poem. If you had not heard, there are more dogs than children in San Francisco. I see a bunch of them out my window at the park all day. Sometimes they come at late dusk or…
What Did The Scrub Jay Notice?Featured Poem for February, 2022
Lilacs are special flowers for me. I grew up with three shades of lilac bushes around our house. They come in lilac-lilac, deep purple and white and smell ever so slightly different, or so I imagined. T.S.Eliot’s poems made an early impression on me and I appreciated his use of lilacs evoking the wild, mystical,…
Metamorphosis-Featured Poem January, 2022
The furnace that heats our bedroom just broke and I have been worrying about the people Back East. Growing up during the Cold War, when we had cold snaps in Massachusetts nobody used the word “bomb’ for a Nor’easter. We did take our weather seriously and tried to predict it with almanacs, good noses for…
Heather Saunders Estes 