The salt water is clear to the bottom but the sky is clouded with smoke. In Canada the forests are burning and with wind from

I waited on the moon as dusk spread across the sea, the distant mountains growing dark. Then she rose over forested hills and cast a

Hummingbird wings trill in the warm sun as winter past fades in memory. The green world rises and on this summer morn like eagle with

The day settles into a lazy umber glow as the tide rises to fill the cove. The distant mountains massive and snow capped, remind me

The borderland between this world and the other is a lonely place, fearful and unvisited by those who prefer daylight and the comfort of sleep.

The sun comes bright over the awakening city as we rise to daylight with memories of what was, hopes for what is yet to be.

Camas spreads in lilac waves beside a slack tide sea; seals fish along the rocks, gulls plaint their echoing calls, songbirds sing from the thorny

I’m up early for the hour of quiet when the awakened earth softly steps into the garden of becoming. Sunlight touches the sea, trees drink

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