By Jo Ann Herbert Still dark morning of a new day … my organization (and spelling) still lacking, AI interfering, politics corrupting I can go outside as yesterday and stand under my Viburnum snow ball bush, almost two stories high, that graces over and surrounds a human, green leaves in attendance, with its soft large…
Literary, May 2025, Poetry
A Poem
By Jo Ann Herbert These fragrant historic roses have not opened yet this season. My garden’s past beauty has suffered damage as the poem references, but as all of us age and life unfolds, I hope we remember what of beauty and joy we have expressed created and shared in this life. I just went…
December 2024, Poetry
I Live Under Giant Sequoias
By Jo Ann Herbert I live under giant sequoiaswith deer grazing by moonlight I watch thoughts rush tangleand lead me to anger and despair. I count warm memoriesI see wrongs the world over I cuddle animal sweetnessthat calms the bitter themes I live under giant sequoias.
Island Resilience, November 2024
Managing Mother Nature
By Jo Ann Herbert If all of us died the earth would heal itself. Calling a plant a “weed” is like calling a human a racial slur. Every plant has a name and a purpose on earth. Are we to pull out all these plants we call “invasives?” We need more information about each. That…