tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16843104390418618802024-03-14T00:02:07.525-04:00An Ecological AssociationConcerning plants, ecology, the human environment, and everything else.hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684310439041861880.post-86741450585513507062021-12-16T07:56:00.000-05:002021-12-16T07:56:28.228-05:00Green Man Dreaming<p> You were wrong not the embodiment </p><p>of Christ</p><p>nor savior of the tree</p><p>in its private place</p><p>the murmurings and silence of the world</p><p><br /></p><p>No decay and the light</p><p>illuminating the wood like the carvings </p><p>in an old church</p><p><br /></p><p>What could be done with such secrets</p><p>held close through the long years</p><p>but await the water's rising</p><p>and absolving light</p><p>releasing me</p>hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684310439041861880.post-43390626110110667162017-12-28T19:14:00.003-05:002017-12-28T19:14:36.627-05:00Still HereStill here.hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684310439041861880.post-77210071787298153682014-08-14T10:52:00.000-04:002014-08-14T10:52:58.999-04:00Still here, just thinking....hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684310439041861880.post-16883029196373561952010-12-21T12:11:00.014-05:002011-01-07T14:05:35.542-05:00On the Coming of Winter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmxQ-rKv1PPhH2BGUMgzV5n5bpiuxi-rxYNyUX5FTRTroDkrytovJdc97Q4YmYYzxM1Qzj7AruioSh2VJNNWJC2JMys4jU3K9PS1aLRSIw4oOyRM7Lln1vwD6ZIBwO7yGD2qaA8q4Ghni/s1600/DSC_0013reworked+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmxQ-rKv1PPhH2BGUMgzV5n5bpiuxi-rxYNyUX5FTRTroDkrytovJdc97Q4YmYYzxM1Qzj7AruioSh2VJNNWJC2JMys4jU3K9PS1aLRSIw4oOyRM7Lln1vwD6ZIBwO7yGD2qaA8q4Ghni/s320/DSC_0013reworked+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I feel for the crow.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>It picks at a vague lump, a dead fish, perhaps,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>locked in the ice congealing along the riverbank.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>With every touch of winter's breath, the bird’s tail flicks,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>its wings moving as though fanned to life as a dark flame,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>illuminating this place of watery hardness, of poisoned sustenance,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>of requiem birds.</b></span></div>hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684310439041861880.post-59015752707578230712010-10-21T11:28:00.005-04:002010-10-21T23:12:33.263-04:00What's Revealed in the Hidden #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnoQc18JOGCDvj542MNeKT7ZLX6vlcoiPC9Y3BZx4ngPisVSoJfUFdA2MQiYU-QeiflRuHbkvpv71thHKuff2c8S2GuMAwxpozeHhmR07Ov3nNCUZ2Wr4eTnkCt0W753aBl1u1NCVISiu/s1600/Philodendron+Abstract2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnoQc18JOGCDvj542MNeKT7ZLX6vlcoiPC9Y3BZx4ngPisVSoJfUFdA2MQiYU-QeiflRuHbkvpv71thHKuff2c8S2GuMAwxpozeHhmR07Ov3nNCUZ2Wr4eTnkCt0W753aBl1u1NCVISiu/s320/Philodendron+Abstract2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Philodendron #2</span></i></div>hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684310439041861880.post-85981962718715246632010-10-21T11:24:00.001-04:002010-10-21T11:31:19.906-04:00What's Revealed in the Hidden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIZUbBYNVgvTvtDgJjZtni2_FgFYfXbgag-EfqYNnjrP6Y6TUCqZPmDDT_Rp0mCGDOQOLeVOC7sr0qkHe3wlvC7oSigoiJDbXePVcmeOqrmglM6iV9QaltN6gHFbh5jgBaCmQ7zH9I3uq/s1600/Philoddendron+Abstract1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIZUbBYNVgvTvtDgJjZtni2_FgFYfXbgag-EfqYNnjrP6Y6TUCqZPmDDT_Rp0mCGDOQOLeVOC7sr0qkHe3wlvC7oSigoiJDbXePVcmeOqrmglM6iV9QaltN6gHFbh5jgBaCmQ7zH9I3uq/s320/Philoddendron+Abstract1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Philodendron #1</span></i></div>hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684310439041861880.post-22225016569514373192010-10-18T16:56:00.008-04:002017-12-28T19:12:54.087-05:00In The Big Cypress<div align="center" class="Standard" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="Standard" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Bury me in a secret grave,</span></b></div><div class="Standard" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">in the white sands of an absent sea,</span></b></div><div class="Standard" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">in the warm waters of a summer rain.</span></b></div><div class="Standard" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="Standard" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">And when the sea returns,</span></b></div><div class="Standard" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">and I drift, revealed,</span></b></div><div class="Standard" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">may the manatees lick my bones,</span></b></div><div class="Standard" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">and gather me up in their mermaid arms.</span></b></div>hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684310439041861880.post-39639830191452119562010-10-16T22:55:00.000-04:002010-10-16T22:55:33.836-04:00Where I Live #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-b5zRAtj2dR_h4Y_Jz_hm98irKJzJTXKx9-LqZDffHkVbf4Smit6fJuYjpdihecmbCJ41gt9O2hw7ZwjagxHCjZtajSADDk7e70oh5bi5rd3hdbKdW41SwCbWCabxVYFw1989MuTLYeg/s1600/G8F77075+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-b5zRAtj2dR_h4Y_Jz_hm98irKJzJTXKx9-LqZDffHkVbf4Smit6fJuYjpdihecmbCJ41gt9O2hw7ZwjagxHCjZtajSADDk7e70oh5bi5rd3hdbKdW41SwCbWCabxVYFw1989MuTLYeg/s320/G8F77075+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i>The Pine River, October 15, 2010</i></div>hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684310439041861880.post-22945959418422972152010-10-07T17:17:00.006-04:002021-12-22T11:39:58.458-05:00For Raja Shehadeh<blockquote><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I won’t go back to the ashen hills</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">where the shattered donkey died.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A premature sacrifice,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">just another dead donkey.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I won’t go back to the echoing walls.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A falcon streaks below,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">and above, the crows.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I won’t go back to the broken hills,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">and who shaped the ruined gardens,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">to drift among the earthly cyclamen clouds?</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I know of those gardeners and their lovely gardens.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I won’t go back to the ghosts of Nabi Musa,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">or to the springs, descending with my heart,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: small;">to the bitter, shrinking sea.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div></blockquote>hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684310439041861880.post-91599424661957283112010-10-07T17:08:00.000-04:002010-10-07T17:08:28.021-04:00Where I Live<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRa7qXf98-lzR0amFksm5_tECbJjtbweVJHFyUmgxl7zrCAyHcUbcNIuYuG2ZQk8r2-lIZcROIBkkwyMz_UErZcQRsrQCaMzqu0caKGyhd02mxcv2Y3lnH-Bl9rYA0XzzvfD7FCXl0av0/s1600/G8F77068kodak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRa7qXf98-lzR0amFksm5_tECbJjtbweVJHFyUmgxl7zrCAyHcUbcNIuYuG2ZQk8r2-lIZcROIBkkwyMz_UErZcQRsrQCaMzqu0caKGyhd02mxcv2Y3lnH-Bl9rYA0XzzvfD7FCXl0av0/s320/G8F77068kodak.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Pine River, October 6, 2010</i></div>hbernsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088030794850141658noreply@blogger.com0