wednesday's letter

brings
melancholy
as winds tell
of your struggle

storm

stripes of sunlight race the earth
as sliced dark clouds dash ahead

ebrace

bending limbs before the wind
where apple blossoms cling
they do

full moon

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

sun does

curled crimson like a cat
clinging to the mountain top
while night sneaks in

this week i fear

capturing the future
slipped from my fingertips
shattered endeavors make me weep
like the last time i knew you

me

im still a silly pony always
wanting to gallop but left kicking at the gate
instead

air

i still give cloud shapes a name
and know colours of lavendar pull up the sun
and the air after midnight changes but i dunno you

limbs do

laden with snow
touching and nodding
in the gentle zephyr

wednesday letter

rendezvous
entering into a
thundercloud

the fence

cat and moon rests on the fence
wondering whats in the night

reclouse

chosing to live on the cusps of the forest lets me see sunsets
admiring colours it presents upon the landscape
yet retreat into the dark shadowed trees
to ponder without starlight some nights

good afternoon to you

moon nods at three oclock
backed by cold blue
retiring quickly before night fall

enduring

moon hangs by the tiniest star
lingering as i do

blue moon

twice
you shined upon me
and thee

tomorrow....

tonight twilight slipped down through teal then sienna
something is stirring the horizon yonder

new moon

new moon points the way
from my life to yours
knowing the path exists
is almost enough today

this day

im thankful for the quiet and glow
brought by fog and falling snow

dark

sun dips behind the cliffs
leaving space for the cold
to slip from the corners of the room

yesterday's rain

flat bottomed clouds scooting by
as if on sleds in the sky

lexis

i miss you words’
intensity and flavor
conciseness to savor
your directions and sweetness

absence

everything i do i fear
but i do as i select regardless
we hold the bridge for you my dear
awaiting your reentry

half moon day

purple posies scantly marks the trail
as hawk bird races me up the gulch
with entertaining aerobatics
and i plop from rock to rock

moon nine

moon nine is a hunter’s moon
as elk saunter to the pond 200 or more
shadows of the pines turn indigo long in the afternoon
they slosh and bubble in the milky light
sensing the beginning of folk lore

7:01 pm

obtrusive sun sat moon’s spot
swayed a moment then revolved away

8:23 am

like a knotted silvery thread
moon rolls down the other side of the hill
out of sight to greet another’s night

you agan

your thoughts came to me
and i leaded against a tree or three
then on down the stony road i walked

moon arrives

where will you stand
when the harvest moon climbs
and shines through the swaying trees

what will you feel when its power flows
like the river into your eyes
and will i know

zephyr no

violence of the winds
fling apples to the ground
wafting words away with no sound
my heart before you bends

why

cattails curl at the waters edge
as from the ledge my legs hang
dangling like my thoughts on you today

meadow lake at noon

indigo waves break
crafting sun lightening across her floor
as radiant veins snake the sand

quiet

trees announce the breeze
but brings no word from you
are you across the sea
are you well or are you spying on me

fall

star drags down moon
until one after the other
dips into the river

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.

reply

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