and me....

moon the colour of tea
emerges for me to see
then slips behind scarves of clouds
changing the shadows of life

half moon

naps the day away
deep in the canyon
south of the river

sometimes

nasturtiums like dreams
twist and curls on slender stems
laden with blooms and leaves as huge as lily pads

moon light

like broken glass the river gleans as it rushes by

solitude

loneliness shines
edging out your form with a soft glare
it will not let me be

count um

the ability of quick wise thought
behind a spoken word
is a blessing.

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soft breeze filled with mist
sails my thoughts to you

waterside

kick back style
fantasia guitar in hand
toying with summer dreams
and you

ouch

1 2 3 4 twirl and dance
winds hurl snow upon my face
turning back now on world too cruel

in from the cold

the spelling bee
hums to me
wishing to be free

storm

wind does weep with her heavy load
filled with enmity she snowed
without your again

ame-o

cream like the portuguese sun
left softly delicious upon my lip
coats my words when i think of home
and at last of you

olá

the sea

my palms brush
the grass tops as i walk though summer
god! the sea beside me is so blue

some days

life seems the same struggle
as slipping a pillow into its case
neither texture nor color makes
it easy

sometimes

evening is like a layered cake
of heathered purple yellow then orange
with blue icing dripping down and over
the edge of the plate

and as tasteless as the day

one in the same - almost

a walk in summer is almost as good
as reading a poem in winter

modern?

once pinned to the shoulder right
flowers showed a girl's intent
now wearing boyfriend’s
levis 501 is in

winter

sun jumped the river
and sat the opposing mountain
frowning at the cold

sadly so

melancholy wraps me
like morning’s early breeze
like a horizon with no mountains
like a sky without you

you

rain dissolves
the wave froth before it slips up the bank
reeling back into the underworld
like you

yellow

hello full moon
wishing you well
at new moon time

mornings

a spirit kindly touches my face
offering a kiss

accepting now i could

day

lavender pulls up the sun
flaming the cliffs persimmon
yet none waken to herald
the battles of the night

asking who won

fruition

as welsh drunkards mourning
sweet passages from the past
nothing will sober more
than drunken tuesday

colour

like peacock feather
clouds unfurl in twilight
as iridescent dots of snow fall

will you?

i go every year to decompress
to smell the cold to jar the last rays of sun
to wake to creaking trees to fall asleep to wind
to make sense of migrant birds and slumbering soil
to grasp it all before others arrive

and so on....

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the world twirls round again

partly mine

half hidden moon
burns bright
and dark
split in the middle
like all of life’s little mysteries

blustery storm

wide winged crow
zigzagged my path
so low stirring the air
wide winged crow

crisscrossed dare

whisper i hear

snow breeze
lifts a bee
from tangled hair

a secret did he tell?

true

crow cries loss of jingoist brings
compatriot
but why if all is lost i wonder
and never returns you?

now

your whispers in my ear just now
asked how i felt
without your words
like you without mine i suppose
dread and near tears

soft sound of nothingness

lazy clouds droop to the ground
mingling with brown earth’s
yellow leaves turned and
wet snow

autumn

like a lacy slip snow covers the ground daintily
exposing a yellow leaf turned here and there

autumm

moon drifts south across the bluffs
leaving crispness in the air as it goes

garden's end

a new thrill
is the bloom of a dill
fragrance beauty yellow
fills each room

again

your thoughts of me turn my heart and head
left wondering what thing brought about
your thinking of me quietly

memory

crisp wind swirls my hair
pulling thoughts of you
from the memory
of the yellow moon era

seeking

full moon bright stares at me
empty shell looks back
thinking thoughts of you

you

my breathe hesitates
as thoughts of you float by
yesterday now and always

late

sly fox watches moon sitting high in the sky
as golden morning lays long shadows

double dog dare ya dance

haloed goslings
tap their toes
peering at the creek oh so cold

probably so

perched heron
at my side
complains
i sit his rock says he

unoccupied

part of my heart
languishes
like the evening moon
not yet full

starting over

we had lovely evening rains that washed away
the dirty snow leaving us all clean

reaching

i know you are on to me
grasping still i love thee
for no reasons but
to touch the things you cannot feel

vapors

isolation brings revelation much as
sunlight breaking through the clouds
on snow

lost again

seeking the self for others
lessens seek of self

sultry

bees work pink clusters
of the dainty china tea rose
nice sultry evening for a conversation

again

among apple blossoms pink
and periwinkles blue
snow rests

some summer day

some summer day
come into my garden
rich the treasure
sweet the pleasure
fill the flowing bowl
with flowers for the soul

apron

any task requiring the white shroud of a crisp starched apron
to be splattered and stained charmes me
pastels n primaries are all favorites
and every mixture in between

there it is

a doe stomps her pretty little foot
causing a retreat to a low cedar branch
hoping for a glimpse of her spotted fawn

delectable

strolling the awakened vineyard
sipping last years samples
a favorite thing
and the goodliness of their dessert wine
come home with me by the case....

inside

dreamt your thoughts lay inside
larger than life dominating yet quiet
and in turn neither could i move nor think

shibori shibori

swish and swirls of colour
folding and twisting
binding and stitching
then compressing it all
garments of life fall

were i

were i

day dreams

manipulating fine milled masa and spices hot with finger tips
to encapsulate sweet pork, lavender and squash blossoms
infused aromas floating about originating from
tamales steaming securely in their husks
is the only way to spend an afternoon finishing a fairy tale

tree

apricot tree looms
thickened trunk
wounded limbs
laden with sweet white blooms

high mesa

two elk stand
one head down
one head up
straining ears to catch my sound

by and by

covey of quail
crosses my path
after dusting down

yearling listens for a sound
then stepping high walks
round my trail

hawk glides low and soft
like words on a roving breeze
passes as a shadow on the grass

seeing me by and by all but fox

night sitting

the hermit doesnt sleep at night:
in love with the blue of the vacant moon
the cool of the breeze
that rustles the trees
rustles him too


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healing sounds

there are more body cells
than stars in the heavens
whisper kindly to them
and smile inwardly to heal

somber beauty

willow’s skeleton fills the space
before the sliver of palest yoke
and clouds provoke a storm
her titivating note supersedes
starkness and chill and austerity

tramping

some year i will be seen traipsing across
the dew covered pasture wearing wellies
swinging cameras and canvas and a coke
just to paint the glint in your eyes

crow

calling us in the twilight
fluttering through wishes hidden
for obliging grace haunting song
find the way along heeding depth and curative

my moon

a glittering bowl
floating across black
resting now balanced on
my mesa good night moon

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as morning star fades into evening star
round the seasons we have been
and back again
into nothingness but patience

betoken

hare sits beneath the cactus spines
goddess of the moon and night
intuitively thinking
blinking
then disappears
into another thought

sundown

twisting crazily are falling leaves
nomadic in the fading light
dizzily and delightfully
making shadows
on the wall

reminding me of you

tea leaves

like rain through my heart pours
are all my thoughts of yours
dear and far

destination

with extraordinary grace and limited joy
gray spies my trailing dust
red hot sun then blankets of stars
herders and collies greet my advent again

nightmare

as a horse plummeting through the forest
thrashing thought the underbrush
my thoughts are of ceaseless
gentle emotions censured
in nightmares

why

death rubs elbows and shoulders
passing daily by many
but never by me
why

away

perhaps i will die drawing a bird
and take flight soaring above it all

dawn

the mountains snow seduces me
its sun baked ocher palette
is a beckoning siren
of mornings glow

music

light from my room drains
as rain pelted my window panes
each drop a note on the minor scale

fall

like love fall just arrives one crisp morning taking us by surprise
leaves seem as alive as fiery opals backlit by morning sun
its more beautiful than my humble words can capture

charmed

crow winters where she summers
dreaming in thick marshes
of healings and suppers
magic pleases crow

words

you looked up this evening
and saw the moon that
sees me too

tree

maybe a mountain ash i will be
weaving muted scarlet leaves in the wind
hopefully to flutter down to you or to the sea

a wish

i wish i were a flower
a larkspur perhaps
willowy and tall
destined to return in the spring

todays horoscope

yours says you are very gently and affectionate in your home
always striving to add to the happiness of your loved ones
mine says i have no analytical mind but rather survive
with intuitive innate thoughts - what the hell does that mean?
am i a moth?

gone

cobalt blue sinks to palest turquoise
rimmed in gold and orange
winters around the corner
snow on saturday
im lost too

autumn

mist lifts from the river
swirling round the golden rod
and fading into the wild olive trees
as a banshee sneaking beneath the cliffs

clock

morning star to evening star
marks a days toil

hostess of nothing but thoughts

long sweeping gathers at the waist
with rows of tiny pockets running round
for stuffing stones and leaves and feathers
dozens of roses as romantically floral as ever created
drop petal across my skirt flared and long today stitched i

words

in the afternoon of birthdays
and the mornings of life
as curled brown leaves
i hope for springs green

life

light visits as in an attic through a crack in the door
turning dust to stars moments before death
staring across the river quiet and charmingly obtuse
he appeared as
rain drops united with it closest other
the split open by its own weight
ran down the glass in one even corridor
as if she didnt exist

verve

as if an unofficial archaeologies i hunt
in corners upstairs and down and under rocks
for life .....some child in my mind shouts over’s

time

the winds become laugher’s laugh
reducing conversations to the shape of lips
it happens when daydreams are sculptured without words

fortune cookie

long roots moor love to our side
except when wooed away

words

salt grass curves in the whisper of a breeze
while horses nibble at their brown flailing seeds
shielded by a chain of cottages softly washed in grays

waves roll blue cross seas by the sand lays
pace perfect for scribbling my poems
from morning through windy days

words

have you ever loved words so much
you desire to kiss the lips that revealed them

reaching

standing on grey
arms stretched way up
placing my hands in the palms painted on the wall red
wished it as easy to touch you

a ukulele time

quiet where an era lulls by
hostess of nothing but thoughts
sunrise rose with flickers of flame orange
its comforting to know these places still exist

flower fields

field of gold and yellow
greet my comings and goings
my salads will never be more complete
than now with buds of nasturtium jewels

first light

wedged between dark clouds
and dark croft mine
orange heralds dawn again

smolder

peace pipes smoke
curls away under the trees
lifted by the breeze unseen by you

words

my words like stones fall
beneath the surface
heard not