Carolyn Wing Greenlee

••• Lunar Call ••• Lunar Call The moon rolls around and the seeds go Yes! the bulbs go Yes! the trees go Yes! The moon rolls around and the earth says Yes! at least in my part of the world The moon rolls around and the seeds wake up the trees wake up the bulbs [...]

It’s Poetry Month. To start the celebration, I’m posting the first poem I wrote after graduating from guide dog school with Hedy on December 13, 2008. I had not written any poetry in a year, having sunk into depression after the strain of ten years of caregiving my mother, my father, and my husband. My [...]

••• Pictures ••• Pictures My dad always took pictures of people. Even in Yosemite, his frames were filled with faces. I was not that myopic. I shot flowers trees autumn leaves snow dusted peaks glistening lakes and clouds Now, sorting through photos looking for the “recent color picture” they match to the shell in the [...]

After nearly two years of trying to bond with my guide dog Hedy, she suddenly changed shortly before my husband’s death. Here is the poem I wrote about that experience. ••• Connection ••• Nearly two years I’ve waited looking in your small brown canine eyes— do you see me as more than the food lady [...]