Turned Once More
From the depths of root and stone surrendered to air and sunlight, all that color waiting in the dark through long months of cold and rain, risen and turned once more into the green leaves of spring.
Gates of Eden
These times we live in have their price, their pain and glory. Suffer what you must. Resist the little lies. Catastrophes of arrogance come and go, yet somehow we survive, opening the gates of eden with one kind word.
Leave and Take Wing
I reach into the dark for these few words, humble before the memory of what we were given. Now as the leaves of summer stir in the morning breeze I recall the soft wet earth and the rising we once knew. Hummingbirds green and gold appear, tracks of deer cross the commons, in the deep […]
River of Life
Let the morning come in unveiled glory, let darkness speak and tell of mystery. Let the day be what it will as legions of despair find home in their beliefs, while the river of life pours on through deserts, through rock-lined cliffs and featureless prairies, through land without end until pouring through every heart with […]
One Day
One day the peace of the earth will fill my body. I will know the river, the roaring of the sea and a calm green glade where ferns wave softly beneath towering cedars. I will be the earth and all her inheritance, from aeons past through dim lit future, yet with gentle rain falling in […]
Through Dark Hollows
Surrendered to the morning, the coming day with pressure to do, I leave the night, the darkness that wraps me in its blanket and teaches in dreams. To love the light, the touch of spring rain on open leaf, is to join the green world and all that’s rising, yet I remain in root, following […]
Words Like Soldiers
We can’t catch the dawn or chase night to its safe retreat. We face an incoming army, troops of words like soldiers marching across the once green land, the music of poetry driven underground. Their forces move in lock-step as we withdraw into darkness with stories of ancient times, leaving behind the dry dust of […]
Sure as Sunrise
When morning comes light will change our dreams, the thoughts, the images of the self we’ve known and free us to the open sky. Every fingered bead and candle lit leads us to that moment. The hour and the day or who will be there no one knows, yet it will come sure as sunrise, […]
When the Light Darkens
When the light darkens the path twists, becomes more difficult. What will rise must have root, the grace of a flower. Let the earth be your ally and the patience of stone flow through you like a river.
When I Awoke
The night so long it seemed the darkness would never fade, the light on the roses and soft glow of the trees only a memory. When I awoke I went to the window and looked out to see pink and white blossoms, rain drops like luminescent bells hanging from the dark cherry wood. […]
One Who Walks Within
Born to wonder, our original memory a secret code of symbols and runes letting darkness nurture, dreams become talisman. Emissaries of an ancient light, born from the mother on a rushing tide of blood and water, we find ourselves naked and shivering on an unknown shore. We learn the stories, speak the language until one […]
On the Wire
No way out of fine balance on the long thin wire between the towers of then and now, of what has been and what must be. Carrying the weight of seventy one years I can’t look down like once I did, can’t let my mind wander. Every step precise, each movement of arm and leg […]
Fed to the Earth
The world awakes to headlights, the sound of birds and coffee makers. In the dimly lit east Venus holds her place as the night sky fades. I look from my window through the bare branches of the plum tree. Just one of the heralds, I call in the morning, cranky with pain and dull of […]
Son of the Morning
Son of the Morning thought Custer at the Bighorn, ambition like his hair a trap of fool’s gold. Better to become silence beside the roaring river where pride turns to soil and the old ways still hold.
Spring Cleaning
Creeks are grey with snow melt, the forest floor wet with rain. Spring clears the winter tangle, brush and debris carried away to rivers already full and rushing to the sea. I’ve gathered deadwood, the wasted energy that needs to pass. Let me wash with rivers, pristine once more like a deep vaulted canyon. Below […]