To the trees, to sun
to birds and the ways of love
to breath – I thank you
To the trees, to sun
to birds and the ways of love
to breath – I thank you
Looking to the skies, sifting stars and lies – you dream,
someone waiting at the gate, watching very late the night
Talking to trees, swirling circles breeze, windy autumn
leaves you to fall, sailing golden ships
red and yellow slips, arduous trips will take you
Whispers shake the soul, only you will know
drums of heartbeats
that awake you
Grey woods, morning mist
hangs upon the trees, leaves decay, sway
falling to the ground
Quiet – this world, but the sound of rain
washing wet the berry vines, droplets
falling to the ground
Sparrows flit among sheltered branches,
nest’s to repair, twine and twigs
falling to the ground
Someone will be there, suddenly so near – your heart
listen to the wind, music sweet to spin, days together, apart and alone
still you have to go, leaving will be slow
agony awaits, your days will break
days will break – you
alone
It came hollow as carved bone and cold
strange as moon glow shrouded in mists of fog
it blew breathless, deep as darkest space, unnamed
with towering waves, it came
crashing silent upon the earth and sea
Sun stars melted.
Who will light candles for them?
For whales, seals and the
fallen humans?
in response to Fukushima and the ongoing nuclear assault occurring on earth 🙁
and still they want more, total insanity.
So long summer river
bright snowflakes have fallen
leaving you silent where darkness deepens
grey winds rush
and cannot move you along
so dream of Spring’s flowering songs
in cold nights of crystalline
when quiet winter snow
falls still upon
the meadow
And so they came to grow and grow, some flourished wild – under days of golden suns,
some never planted, only blew lonely across the fields of splitting winds
til a drifting life can no longer hold the certain breath of death
swallowed once again by the welcoming earth
a wildfire ignites, burning only for rebirth
life springs anew born of ash and fire.
Stone cold, the blackening sky, stole our field of flowers,
soon seeds of dandelions washed away
in watercolor charcoal skies
gone grey.
Tomorrow
all the brightest colors
a mourning
away.
Through wooded fog
fades the day, abandoned to the grey,
lost road, lost home – belonging to no one
Pictures found upon a mantle, dust and charcoal,
photos framed in rusty metal,
sepia shadows, a broken mirror
Collections of rocks and bones,
letters and sealing wax,
china cups, stained and cracked
Musty pages of paperbacks,
remnants of a life long ago.
Memories, pressed flowers of fading bells,
little relics, loved
so well
Lies, sins, pretty grins
a face to dance you away
spins your days so grey
Vine maples branch,
dappled paths lit green
Forest fronds reach for skies unseen
In deeper wood comes black of day
red cedar’s fallen to decay
Oxalis spring – softly flowered white
sway and lean into the light
Wild berries burst, upon a mossy floor
drinking sweet, red wine poured
mouse and bird drunk with delight
cozy sleep their woodland night
Pale white or maybe slightly gray, blue
looking through – little holes, grains of sand, blowing through
tossed about this stormy day, ocean spray
you can’t hold, lapping waves.
One day whispers will caress
your ears, salt and tears
You may break or drift, you can never tell
storms of love, pearls
and shells.
In a dream, somewhere in other countries, never mapped
a man was speaking, though I did not understand, there was never any plan
and I listened to the wind and rain upon the trees.
With no church bells to ring, and birds were the chorus
I came upon a silent steeple in the forest, standing on it’s own,
became a wild bird’s home, wrapped in thorny vines
a crown to stain, with berries, bled upon my hands.
Mary was there too, she was looking through
a broken window pane, calling out my name
and too, all the forest called, bathing me in love.
Then with the birds I flew, heavenly into
a deeper dream, til I awoke at dawn,
to fragrant flowers on the lawn
remembering such heaven.
The bridge, well worn, with slipping wood, crossing over
with secrets hidden, nearly fully under,
rainy days so long.
Her head – a flutter of lily moths, emerging, searching for air,
from a stifling room she fled, dark the forest bled
whispers, wings of white clouds through trees
swirl, drifting amidst dancing fields
on this day, learning
to be free.
Sweet desert fragrance
perfume lingers in my mind
long after the rain
In the Autumn woods of dreaming,
leaving night’s forest, in search of coming dawn
amidst a meadow clearing, insects glistened
swooping birds flew swift
without a sound
made softest petals, swirl in circles
to the ground
falling
I was falling, deep in love
with Autumn
sparkling radiantly
so crisp the dawn
Windows never see me, looking through
stairways never lead me to
all the places outside
at the day’s end
looking in
Blue day of sun rays will shine
stars beam, yellow moon streams
make drowsy eyes dream
Nightjars
glide through fragrant cedar trees
starlit, past the silence
to a place of dream
There was a road, way back there and a wave so high
it rolled over, washing over me.
Time has a way of moving, looking back to see,
your hands waving back at me.
In the middle of the road, that day
when leaves were falling
over you, over me.
Now sun hits the morning, only to run away
clouds and the trees so windy, all the day
til the moon rises over, like a wave
shining over you,
over me
I could no longer see the sky, stars all blackly veiled, senses numbed
in the gathering storm, a smokey room void of living breath
choked the night air, gasping
consternation of a dark wilderness
a sad vanishing note, played
unrecognizable
It’s like an Arctic wind, a bitter cold hovering
piercing, icy lunged we breathe the hollows in
A dense fog surrounding time, trapping
moments like hours, waiting the days like years
spilling over one another, waiting like a flower
to open in the sun.
I came to know that all is borrowed,
even time
One day I bought a property, thinking it mine
as if I could somehow claim it – that which is truly wild,
perhaps appears temporarily tamed
shall one day be reclaimed,
swallowed by time
no memory,
no name
Winds cannot whittle away this morning, blowing through my waking window
sweet, they only sing me from sleep and bring to me, birds I’ve heard in other dreamy dawns.
Joyful, thinking of friends to meet, along the streets or on soft summer lawns,
watching – like a magic trick, waiting for surprise,
now orange, pink, red upon my bed,
a world of dazzling skies!
She said it was wisteria, florets draped
framing her windows
vines climbed overreaching the rooftop
swallows flew by, just before night skies
twilight flashed orange, pink in lavender blues
fading into black
a vision soon of sparkling
starry moon
jasmine flowers to float upon
evening’s scented pond
In sunshine or in shadow how rich the loamy soil
light of earth, dream of rebirth greening
lilac buds and bluebells ring
magenta hills, aubretia spring
of burning fire
A mossy path of violets, soft my feet to wander
muscari blue the garden dew
birds to drink of leafy puddles
bluest skies go grey, drifts so swift a rain cloud by
to water quick the daffodil, silk umbrellas yellow
and comes alas the greening grass
robins hopping, weaving
Spring unfurls in flowery births
tiny violets upon the earth
She was speaking
butterflies floated from her lips
fragile wings
caressed your mind
together, entwined
you flew
fragrant petals were her pillow
a scented garden filled your room
you were dreaming,
roses soft, laid
upon your bed
a morning of golden sun
compassion, salvation
of sacred dawn
they were barren
void of masks
becoming utterly
love
There are moments, sacred places
where the heart dwells beyond words, no language
only silence, brilliance of clarity shines through the vastness of time
connection to the divine, so soon the mind
will flicker and change, thoughts blow away
nothing will remain
Dark, brooding storm swirling overhead
clouds, charcoal black looming
dagger piercing eyes in greyest skies
feathers fly in pelting rains
be not afraid, ’tis but
a losing game
Twisted, sharp the words pierced, echoing in strange rooms
looking for escape or transformation, and flew from death’s lips,
cruel shifting sounds cutting steel traps and cages,
still a wingless bird cannot fly in mad fits and rages,
sits alone devising plans for freedom and does not see,
all the bluest skies lie deep within him
Cool winds circling round, deep emerald ocean pond,
in dancing waves you play salty summer songs
of weathered boats and rustic harbor homes.
Seagulls perched about the lawns, some on rooftops peering down
flower baskets overfilled, spilling mad their colors on the ground.
A vacant nest amid the vines so twisty, Springtime birds have all flown
leaving remnant feathers of shell and bone.
Seaweed floats, it clings, wrapped to posts and rings
ocean otters sleeping sound at bay
in a sky of blue, changing hues
soon drifts away the day.
I could only see with dreaming eyes a place so vast within
impossible waters to cross, if only to fly to other side
blue water to turn to ice, and full of joy
I could go skating by, twirling to the sky
when all the meadow flowers would fully bloom
and turn to starry showers
of petals raining
in my room
Oh green I sing, of wings and birds across blue morning sky
with summer sounds, willows round the floating pond
dipping gently by.
Warm winds play music soft
through leaves and reeds, they sing
gathering in the transient breeze.
Under leafy trees of sunlight and shadows
all the day I rest my head
breathe sweet the flowering fields
never shall I leave this place
nor want for any sweeter heaven.
The hills tumbling, daisy stemmed, a floating sea of wild flowers,
white petaled, beaches and waves in rolling summer meadows.
Clouds come, caressing long summer grasses,
blowing sweetly fields, scented warm
before the rain
Thistle crowned flowers cracked, a tiny finch, splitting seeds
swift before the storm, soon flies afar to leafy trees
awaits again the golden summer
of the sun
Over the rooftops, windows and treetops – came sun
summer magenta, morning of skies will come.
Singing in silvery shadows, hummingbird drinking in penstemons
a day dappled in sun and sun, til evening late in brightest moon to light this earthly dome.
All the yesterdays sailing on, beyond the dark and stars.
How fast and far to roam, all the days
that come and come.
Today all the linden trees shrouded in black, no flowers only death, so quiet crept
killing summer bees, that can no longer sing – of honey flowers afield
death crying at the door, their silence praying to be heard
and still unthinking man poisons our fragile world
Pillow, soft nest of dreams, she slept upon
gorgeous birds embroidered flew
across lakes, blue water fields
swells of seas break, calling swans home
willowy winds sigh, whispers, feathers fly
willow tree shadows alight her slumbering walls
as northern summer fades to Fall
this is an older poem. revised
So early in the morning, bluest skies of birdsong
they sang like laughter, singing for summer, the dawn
flying to heaven, making their way toward home
Awakened from dreaming, wings unfolding, reach out for love
early in the morning with the sun.
Waiting, gazing into a silent green lily pond
no words, no secrets, only seeking reflection deep within
early in the morning with the sun.
Days were like honey, even sweeter than golden suns
you were laughing in rainbows – colorfully ever undone
dancing in meadows, and mornings
to bloom again
Your eyes of silver spun light, did shine
flashes of soul, glowing pieces of amber nights
Voices of angels sang you to sleep in peace
Remembering all the places you’ve ever felt love
with letters in boxes you’ve looked upon
Days are just pages, they burn into ashes that blow in the wind
all of these days, where do they
begin and end?
I cannot remember, only I can feel the empty chill of steel
sometimes, colored ghosts of autumn whisper in the shadows
that I follow, to take me far from home
Today with sun or clouds and all the bluest skies
a truth revealed, and I awakened to a madness of lakes and rivers,
spilling over – to flood, a place
within
So swift the night will come, soon to leave this home
darkness winds a long road on
and still the sun will come
From the high cliffs a rugged landscape swept, dropping to the sea
windy clouds, gray rain soaking tiny flowers, waiting for the sun
smokey town so far off, walking farther on
A weathered, rocky place high above this world, climbs a path to stars
with twinkling eyes of sky, where night collides with sea
a traveler, seeking refuge from the shallows
rests her head, soft upon a grassy pillow
A warm wind to caress, sails away the day
drifts quietly her dreams – slipping underwater
where seaweed clings, to pearly rings of sleepy siren’s bells
in echoing shells no darkness dwells
in the heart of forgiveness
When after stars burn out, with glowing dust falling far to earth
colored sparks and charges mingle in the trees
forest faeries come to gather tiny stars
from green summer leaves
With jars of light, they taking flight
little lanterns flitting through the woods
sprinkling starry heavens
Before the dawn they’ve
traveled long, blanketing the forest
now hide from sight they must
their wooded world born anew
sparkling with stardust
In summer, a valley so green, thick in veridian
a pond looking on, sits atop the world – waiting for no one
The sun through an open window, so soon to be gone
hills above, some days ago
covered in whitest snow
A stand of oaks, ringing round in summer leaves of grassy greens
twisty branches quivering light in wind’s of dusky breeze
Beyond this sky of crimson day, far awaits a starry field to bloom
and melts the sun into black
swift before the moon
Sailing on the star streams reaching past the trees
looking for reflection in moons of lily seas
Crossing wild oceans of tumbling rocky waves
that toss me in the air, with no direction leading, spinning me away
Til in a dream I find you, last night so calm the water, smoothed my fever
lovely kisses rang, fragrant music ever sweetly sang
Until I wake to find, morning brings a crashing wave
you’ve sailed, swiftly fading from a silken dream
It was a lilac day, a dream of scented heaven
what world sings of this blue, green summer?
Early morning raindrops splash giant maples,
droplets of sun, above far hills
alighting flowering fields, with flashing wings
of tiny sparrows
Cormorant swoops, the falling sky, far beyond
clouds of pink edge the bluest sky
silvery fish, below in cooling waves
blue herons stalk long where
seaweed sways
Sunlight poured, warming mossy woods
tallest trees breathing steam – spectrally
lichen blooms, tiny flowers in the sun
before the dawn of washing rain
a silent ancient forest
Paintings, closets buried deep – she cannot escape
rustic paint peels from long forgotten faces
in faded works, her tears of tattered pages
that silent sleep, with wings they weep
and long to fly, far from
lonesome cages
When the music of summer dawns
with silent songs, drinking in blue water’s calm,
far is a place where northern geese have flown.
Here flowers and shooting stars twinkle heavenly upon the lawn,
we lay in daydreams deep, sinking into the sweet
of being so far gone
After some desolate years, a strange reign came
and played your voice of cello tones deeply wild
a resonance, I drank – my soul to follow
when my feet could no longer walk
fast my heartbeat swallowed
songs of you, haunted
hallowed
With chords that played silvery golds
in silken threads we wove
dreams and days of sun
that followed
Now sinks the sun dark below
and finds a place, a home
built for no one
Moon winds pretend to know me
clouds steal the sky away
never knowing my name
Remove the veil
what game
night stars
play
To get lost
when all the earth goes black, sinking into silence
stars tumble into darkest seas, hidden from love’s moon
that cannot shine alone
many the deserts of dust covered roads
with wind to blow a path
toward home
rains will come in washing waves
gathering lonely lovers
dreams of love, pouring down
in heavenly
waters
The sun sprung from blackest clouds
tears and stars were raining, little meteors
red before the dawn
I seek to sing asleep
troubles, phantoms deep
my sleepy ghosts still awake
have stayed much too late
Rain you came splashing all the morning
awakened, still dreamy on my pillow
you wash my days away
with peace you came
after the storm, listening for birds
silence in this world
Soon came horizontal rain, leaving green music
willowy fingers played the Spring, white explosion
dogwoods on the lawn, to sail salt rivers of ocean
blossomy boats, float puddles
petals returning home
Sudden rush, so windy
a golden bird is flying
wings unfold, you want to hold
some kind of love undying
soon lands your head
in flowery clouds
and disappears
some sorrow
in skies of sun
layers of love
bled into
gradient
color
In your tiny room, of paper flowered blue
with stains – brown rains the wall
a picture of light shining, eyes golden through
watched over, long nights – of dreams and moon
a restless ghost will follow
leave you deeply hollow
in your home
Morning ferns, no words to speak aloud
no language, only fragrant mossy earth
Oxalis a blanket, the hour blooms white
with lilies of perfection
dreams linger real
and never forget
For me it is full and hollow, rings of tree
seas of dream, waves awash my sleepy meadow
skies will sing, nights will go
music, deepest dark of cello
and when will come – the sun?
I wait, the day that it will shine
once again for me
Soon the desolate sun peeked above table mesa road
mourning dove awoke the speechless, still nomadic dawn
skies went blue in all directions – cloudless
lizards, little flashes emerged from earth in green iridescence
horned beetles crawled in blue shimmering suns
orange petal monarch wings to warm
with tiny birds to flit before
red desert dawn
Why must our love, a desert be?
– Kisses a mirage
Then I think when I was young, I didn’t stop to ponder
only went to gather – days of sun and flowers
little feet to storm the street of puddles
splashing ever homeward, popsicles
my tiny toes, to warm again
my love like a fire
I was a cherry tree – I dreamed
with evening birds, their words, singing home to me
The light of moon did come, and cool the sun went sleeping
trees and blades of grass, so green the Spring
void of willows weeping
Beyond the hills, fragrance fills
night’s sultry air
awakes me
Ancient oaks so swiftly you fell
no silence wherein cruel, unthinking men dwell
your echoing woods now lay upon the ground
with birds and tears, the ripping down
now where shall they go to shelter
safe from the storm?
Cold the world of choking cities we build
barren and stripped, the land we conquer, kill
dark this greed of men I deplore
and where shall we go to shelter
safe from the storm?