Free from Hope
Winter clouds brood close soaking the land, stripping the last of summer’s weight as the earth breathes free from the hope of flowers, settling into root and descent under the cold rain, while we dream of bear and find our way with darkness guiding.
Let the Shaper Shape
I should be changing the world one inner voice keeps saying but I seemed to decide some time ago to let the world change me, an horrific thought when courage demands preserve the self at any cost. Not the world of block and brick but the hidden fire within the leaf, the whale’s eye alive […]
Winter Corrido
I feel it in my bones, the depth of my gut; healing taking hold, pushing out the poison burrowed in the marrow, stealing summer fat stored against winter. I’m empty now, not strong enough yet for the months ahead but getting better. I’ll stir about, see what waits in the dark. The old ones were […]
Bird Nest
In a nest inside my heart a tiny bird lives, peeping out to the world, ready to fly into the unmarked sky. Who I’ll be when the bird leaves is the writing of a poem, words left beside the sea tasting of salt, touched by the wind. […]
Winter Journey
We leave under bare trees, the crunch of frozen ground startling the birds, reminding us again of the long way to go down the old road of memory, to the wood clad shelter in the deep forest, where wounds will close in the lightless winter, the dark a healing blanket, the pure black night sky […]
Shapeless Intent
Alone in the dark I greet the morning hidden from the world, praying to the silence to move my will with the shapeless intent of the eternal.
Winter Rosary
The trees are closed, windows shuttered in rain soaked skin, roots lavished with winter’s water, their buds a rosary along each branch filled with darkness on the long return to light.
Solstice 2015
What passes for morning on the shortest day – dim light and dark skies, rain falling on the valley. Nothing for it but to rest nurturing the inner light, find the remnant threads of joy and weave a solstice blanket to wrap the heart and let the fire that flames within warm us on the […]
Washed Clean
How can I sleep when the stars awake and wind roars off the sea, the valley filled with the sounds of fir trees quaking? Creeks run high, ocean layers the land sheet after sheet in a long dark night rain washed and alive.
Light in the Sky
You seem so far away; when I call you my voice echoes in a cavern of stone, words thick, clogged with the refuse of belief. I see you in the distance coming toward me with the old familiar look, the voice of a friend; you weren’t so far except through the glass of the world. […]
Tiny Pearl
Think about this day and the long view horizon to horizon as the full moon sets and Venus rises. Our outpost the blue planet with the mystery of trees and rivers, tiny pearl in a great fire of swirling stars, precious gift so easily abused. Regard the moon, listen to the night sky; we have […]
These Few Hours
Winter light is soft in the south glowing gas flame red, day breaking with a cold chill, the ground covered in leaves as the sweet gum and maple shed their summer coats for the descent into root, the dying desire for what comes and goes passing without heat into the rain soaked soil. I let […]
Nurturing the Seeds
With young souls troubled, old souls feel the approach of winter; we clean the sidewalks, repair parts and pieces but reports darken what remains of the light. The larder is thin, rains are heavy yet despite the weight we take our young to the edge of morning, and look to the east, an old habit, […]
Silence of Trees
The silence between us and the autumn trees holds the story of all the fallen on the long road of violence, outcast from the garden by the madness we refuse to define.
Autumn Dirge
Baseball’s over and the olive tree mourns with faded colors falling into rain wet ground, forgiving the hope of soft air and summer nights, no wanting but warmth as the sun drops south and winter approaches.