In early dawn hours the moon sets in the west, Venus alight in the eastern sky. Perhaps I’m foolish to become so joyful yet I

The skies are clouded but beyond the layers of gray and black starlight and a moon I cannot see. I travel knowing but not knowing

Christmas 2023 The long night lengthens on a rain swept evening, blessed dark as wanderers from afar we traverse the city. Estrangement from the sacred

The waters of life flow across the wheel of time bringing change and resolve. While the horrors of war plague the silent earth yearns to

The trees are a problem, their roots lifting sidewalks to the autumn sky and my complaints bitter with the choices between hardness and life. I

Poets of grief multiply in the killing fields, transcribing bitter fruit. Who am I to speak of ancient earth, life beyond the terrible sadness? Perhaps

Gathering slowly Earth welcomes the fallen leaves of autumn, golden brown in their descent. Summer’s harvest for winter stew, heated in the dark cauldron. I

Rain clouds pass over and Orion appears in the eastern sky, the first signal cold is near. I walk out on the wind whipped point

With gray skies and cold air the sun moves south on the horizon as autumn reaches into the islands. Settled into the stillness the lonely

Waves tear south under high winds, white caps and rollers stretch across the channel as gusts envelop the cabin like a ship on the sea.

In early morning I sit alone with the sea. Only stillness, dawn color and the wind’s whisper in the high trees. As the day rises

The winds of autumn cause the seas to surge and strip the summer leaves. The prejudices I won’t release are torn by these winds, tearing

Autumn rains refresh the earth, restoring color, lifting worms. Along the northwest coast forests breathe more easily, the misted seas mysterious in their changing garments.

Low clouds bank the island though the rain has stopped and skies begin to clear. Summer dried the ground so the land drinks deep these

Fog envelops the islands as the changing air of autumn blankets the sea with mystery. Quietly we sit within the shroud recalling the night sky