Tag Archives: Nature


surrender to love

surrender to joy

surrender to the dayDSC00249

surrender to the questions & challenges

surrender to the

answers & solutions




quiet the noise

now listen with new ear

for the wondrous truth

listen for the roots sprouting

within your belly

listen for the singing of the birds

within your bosom

listen for what is yours to do




you are being called

to be present

to the unfolding

of your life

as it aligns

with the moon and the planetsDSC00256


Gregarious Poui


DSC05316 shyness has no place

with this one

butter-colored trumpets

scream out to be seen

the bees and hummingbirds

hear and peck and flit


somewhere about the mid

19th century

the name was first recorded

in Trinidad

still today the islanders

gather in the savannah

sitting on the pink or yellow flowers

its soft and spongy wood

is used for floats        razor straps

even the inner soles of shoes


it is believed

fall in love

when the blossoms

litter the campus ground





but so ravishingly beautiful

she is deemed ornamental

south American by birth

she is known and can be found

almost world wide

with long spiky legs and arms

she scrambles over all others

especially when life

feels a little dry

she spreads opens her arms

and her ruffled dress

clusters of three and six bract

dazzles your eyes with colors

purple                        magenta         pink

read    orange            white yellow



you know her

but she has many names

in Guam where she is official

they call her Puti Tai Nobiu

Bugambilia in Mexico

Napoleón in Honduras

Veranera in Columbia & Nicaragua

Trinitaria in Cuba and Puerto Rico

Santa Rita in Brazil

and Papelillo in Peru

don’t judge her

these are not aliases

nor is she a flounce

confident and big-hearted

she spreads her love





when i was s child

you were never a dwarf

always grew to 98 feet

i was sure you were

god’s neighbor

and the men who climbed you

–a task i never achieved–

were angels swaying in the wind

to bring down your nuts

which i savored

rum and coconut water

was my father’s choice drink

i drank you straight from the hush

without a straw so that some of your juice

inevitably dribbled down my chin

onto my clothes tattooing me

a coconut drinker


the botanists say you

are not really a fruit

rather a drupe

with your three layers

exocarp mesocarp and endocarp

your coir was once stuffed

into mattresses and almost

every part of you during

ever phase of your life is used

my grandfather carried your

hard flesh around in his handkerchief

and chewed on you throughout the day

my mother would grate your dry nut

with your three eyes showing

and make her own cooking oil

on saturdays she baked

coconut drops — your hard meat

cut into small pieces, mixed with sugar and ginger

a favorite candy among many children

on sunday you would be grated and juiced

your milk sweetened our rice and peas

brian puts your medium jelly in his green salad

he sandwiches your dry oily flesh

with dried mango and banana into

a fruit sandwich


your childhood is brief

six to ten years

then you begin to propagate

producing as little as 30 and as many

as 75 children yearly for about  twenty years

clearly you don’t believe in birth control

and perhaps that is because you’re

monoecious and cross-pollinate

although the female flower is larger

they claim you appearance

was first introduced by sinbad the sailor

who in one thousand and one nights bought

and sold you suggesting you are

originally from Malayalam

but the controversy continues

between those who believe

you originated in the Americas

but no matter

we claim you in the Caribbean

nobody kyan tell we

yu nu one a we


coconut man is coming out

and everyday you can hear

him shout:

get your coconut water

it is good for your daughter

make you strong like a lion

gives you iron…”


Dual Season

It is Fall here in St Croix

and Spring too

The guinep tree’s blossoms are being blown

by the wiry wind

The almond tree’s leaves are covering the ground

The mahogany tree pods are dropping

and busting draping the ground

with its wet brown leaves

that crunch and can cause you to slip

if you are in a haste

if you are being mindless


I’m always surprised what others fail to see here

two continentals at the adjacent dinner table

talking loud as if to the entire restaurant

lamenting about the lack of season

here and I think

if only they could see beyond

the narrow definition of

spring summer autumn winter

the caribbean has all these seasons

not in the drastic change of temperature

but just open your eyes

and look around and enjoy this fall season

and all these leaves that cover the ground