Belonging to the Night
The bare trees and gypsy fog are in love, our dark valley full of their entwining. No moon, only streetlights and winter silence holding their embrace, belonging to the night and movement of the stars.
She Speaks to the Night Sky
What rests below does not sleep unless by sleep you mean dream which she does but not slumber, the hidden soul of her forest body alive with minerals, tiny hair-like roots in stones awash with breathing earth. She will birth and she will die; we will grieve and rejoice with flowers. There is no end […]
Christmas 2013
awaiting your jewel-like
facets full of forgiveness
to complete this holy creation
To Break the Shell
We’re in December and something is thawing not just in the air with blankets of fog or in the rain soaked ground but in the deepest cavern where the unknown dwells. Hardened ice slowly dripping and what was locked in stone begins to seep, bearing the mystery like a tiny foot reaching out with the […]
Deep Within the Web
Before the head moved the body seemed part of the rock stepping down to the cold rising tide. When the head raised, with rippling layers of fat the seal was outlined, still more earth than animal until he uncoiled, and with small shapely fins dropped into the water. Taking his sea form his strength in […]
Before Descent
stirred and lifted
to the last of the sun
before descent
and the long rest
of winter
Soft Assurance
The feeling comes with morning, first light creasing the horizon, quarter moon high and the star cast of winter bright in the still dark west. The intimacy of this hour lives through the day, feeding through travail the nutrient of patience, making sure I don’t forget the life began long ago alive in the night […]
Pulse of the Deeper Sea
silent and still on the pulse of the deeper sea,
the water below dark, impenetrable,
home to the unknown
Smell of Sawdust
You bring your hand and eye to the wood,
feeling your way along the grain,
the smell of sawdust sharp and pleasing.
Years of Silence
We get used to winter’s gray lid when sunlight becomes a memory, color fading into the mash of leaves on wet streets and sidewalks, the ceiling of our expectations coming down like rain. Standing still we’re old growth trees catching mist in moss covered branches, roots shot through with years of silence, falling into winter’s […]
Letting the Sky
let the sky reach through
and change the gravity of bone
Remembering Thankfulness
I seem to be going backward with more questions than answers, losing control in painful movement, nostalgic more than thinking ahead and a few dozen different signs that the apogee of adult life is in my rear view mirror. Then the engine coughs, sputters, and surrounded by a barren landscape I turn the key off, […]
Beckoning Onward
This day is my life, just this one, this moment, everything else a story I tell myself or listen to while real life passes; the flowing tide, heading south toward the moon silent and unseen, beckoning the sea and my quiet soul onward.
Join the Living
The landscape of night and dream dissolves like vapor off the river, morning’s pale light reaching into the world with a message in the color of sky and sound of birds, urging us to arise and join the living.
Sip on Patience
With rough hewn faces carved by time and ancient forces the stones are solace, their shapes comforting, as they stoop down to the water and dip into the eternal presence, the stories they hold of ages past, speaking of what’s been lost and how to keep alive the future. They mirror my soul with so […]