Eagles sing in the tall firs as light bathes the island; songbirds call out, the air rich with music. I’m not as quiet as the

Strong winds sway the trees while a full moon lies hidden behind layers of cloud. At dawn light rain showers the metal roof. From a

High up the tall mountain a cap of glacial snow shines bright in the setting sun. The waters lie calm between the islands, warm air

Dolphins fish the tide line while I drop a threaded coil to the dark within, my hook baited with the worm of desire, the waters

Though you’ve wandered far and forsaken the familiar, who called you to become like the earth long enduring? She waits in winter dark, alive in

Massive white clouds bank against the mountains while a blue gray blanket spreads over the sea. Nootka roses bloom as the camas wilt and fade.

You won’t find me in those old haunts, the cobblestone streets above the river where metal bridges and railroad tracks lead to the iron bound

In first light the clouded skies lift, sun burning through to warm and awaken. Quiet lies upon the land with the sound of birds and

We are an old people, among the first the stories say, who walked the land when fresh with the Creator’s touch. Though scarred with years

This time is like all the rest only different. This time we won’t forget kind words. This time we’ll understand how pain can change you.

I hadn’t found you though I’d looked in the branches above and roots below the street, in the faces of the serious and the moon

Tell you what I’ll do. I’ll scrub the world with steel wool, scrape away the grimy bits of cruelty and war, put soap and water

Easter 2023 Surrounded by noise it’s difficult to discern how life each day speaks through starlight and the colors of spring. Tiny birds flit about,

The cherry trees soaked in rain, the valley skies wrapped in gray. I watch with faith like a druid of old, talking quietly to the

Under gray winter skies the heart of the valley pumps through the tap roots of evergreen. Crows sit atop the tall firs, lean and thin