• Between Mountain Tops
    A Broad Green Valley Stretches
    Beneath Bluest Skies

    We Will Cross Those Fields
    Step by Step Packing Water,
    Food, and History

    After all is seen
    Wilderness Remains Beyond
    The Grasp of Visions

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  • Molten Sunrise Clouds
    Flowing Inexorably
    North Above the Mist

    Street Signs Shining
    Like Beacons for Navigating
    Ambiguous Shores

    Calling Out to Us
    To Journey, To Set Out, Not
    Knowing Where we Go

    , , , ,

  • Birches Silvering
    Their Leaves in a Morning Breeze
    With a Robin’s Song
    , , ,

  • High Royal Summer
    All Color, Sound, and Motion
    Full as a Caught Breath

  • Forests-Heart

     

    Green Leaves Gently Float
    In the Heart of the Forest
    On Pools of Sunlight

    , , ,

  • W---Frosted-Forest-(Evjue-Pine-Forest)---Color

     

    When Spring Meets Winter
    They Kiss, In Colors, In Light,
    And Melting Water

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  • Out West, The Sky’s Edge
    Recedes, Horizons Stretch and
    This World is Enough
    ,

  • Beyond the Cloud Banks
    Gold Leafed Evening Skies Drench Fields
    With Light and Shadow
    , , , ,

  • After Days of Rain
    Sunlight and Columnar Clouds
    Sprint Across Blue Sky
    , , ,

  • The Swallows are Back
    Singing Springtime Each Morning
    Across Our Front Yard
    , ,

  • Approval Calling
    Like Lust, Seems Irresistible
    Is Insatiable

  • Blue Skies Fly High Clouds
    Like Flags. Right In Front of Me
    Smallest Buds Unfurl
    , ,

  • In The Evening
    The Cooling Spring Air Carries
    Scents Of Earth And Ice

  • Springtime Snow Drifts Down,
    Lit by Street Lamps, Birds Predict
    Melting by Sunrise
    , , , , ,

  • Look at the Moon and
    Stars As If they Mean Something
    And Perhaps They Do
    , ,

  • It’s the Kind of Day
    To Pray For Small Changes, to
    Not be Moved Too Much

  • Moon has Not Yet Set
    Night Still Rests in Western Skies
    Robins Sing Show Tunes
    , , ,

  • Urban Interstate
    Sunrise, All Power Poles, and
    Concrete and Motion
    , , , ,

  • Sunrise. This Spring’s First.
    The Depth of Light Calls Forth Buds,
    And Bird Song, and Hope
    , , , ,
  • Purple House Finch Sings
    to Slowly Falling Snow Flakes
    On This Spring Morning
    , ,

  • Departing Storm Clouds,
    Gray Beneath Rising Sun, Blue
    Sky, Two Courting Hawks
    , , , ,
  • The Trees, Still All Line
    And Gesture, Await Their Leaves,
    Before the Sunrise
    ,

  • Scattered Clouds Drifting
    Coral And Turquoise Sunrise
    Some Kind of Future
    , ,

  • This Quiet Morning
    I Hear the Earth Breathing in
    The Sighs of Dried Leaves
    ,

  • For Michele, On Her Birthday


    About Now, Each Year,
    Snow Packs Down to Greyest Ice
    It Says “Late Winter”

    But I am Thinking
    Early Spring, Listening for
    The Crane’s First Calling

    Seeking the First Buds
    On Bare Tree Limbs, and All the
    Day’s Green Potential

    , , ,

  • Revealing Herself
    The Earth Turns Cold Hard Ice to
    Soft Luxurious Mud
    ,

  • Owl Observes Slow
    Sunrise Drama Grey to Pink
    To Cream then Orange
    , ,

  • Now The Physicists
    See Gravitational Waves
    In Smallest Measures

    But I’d Already Felt
    Our Waves, Yours and Mine, Echoed
    Between and Beyond

    Our Own Gravity
    Space, and Time Gently Pulling
    Our Worlds Close Together

    , ,

  • Beneath a Smokey
    Blue and Pink Sunrise, Snow and
    Ice Calms the Landscape
    , , ,

  • After Days of Clouds
    A Blue Sky Sunrise Warms A Fox
    Along the Lakeshore
    , , , ,

  • It’s Not Quite Foggy
    The Far Lake Shore Softened Like
    Memories With Time
    , , ,

  • All That History,
    Love and Loss, in Daily Bread
    And Sunday Dinners
    , , , , , ,
  • Promises-of-Spring

     

    Winter Trees, Bare Limbs
    Raised, Prayers of Light, Of Sky, and
    Promises of Spring
    , , , , ,

  • Smokey Coral Clouds
    Laddered Across Turquoise Skies
    At Memory’s Edge
    , , , ,

  • Flung Forward By Time,
    Willed Life Shattering Into
    A Kind of Foundling

    It Seems Impossible.
    This is Real And That Is Not,
    Then Followed By Now

    Before and After,
    Always Together, Always
    Apart, And That Line.

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  • Sunlight Lingering
    On Tree Tops Above Snow Filled
    Forest Floor Shadows
    , ,
  • Beneath-All-The-Evening-Sky
    Grass and Trees and Trails
    Spreading Out Like Love Under
    All the Evening Sky
    , , , , , ,
  • Grey Hairs, Aches, Pains, And
    Memories We’ll Never Share
    Love’s Price Gladly Paid
    , ,
  • Sunrise Like Sunset
    Caught in a Mirror, Between
    Clear Days, Clearer Nights
    , , ,
  • Sunrise Washes Up
    Against the Tree Line, Splashing
    Orange and Umber
    , ,
  • Today Ragged Clouds
    Rushed by Like Time Passing or
    Distances Traveled.

    In Their Flat Grey Light
    I Felt Memories Stir and
    Tumble, but Slower

    And Tonight I Cooked
    A Dish We Shared When There Was
    No Time or Distance

    , , , ,
  • Well Before Sunrise
    Two Great Horned Owls Start the Day
    In Call and Response
    , , ,
  • We talked of Losing
    And of Keeping, Endurance
    And No Conclusions

    Talked of Your Freckles,
    Of Food, And Other Delights
    Real or Just Desired

    It Had Been Awhile
    But Still We Talked Easily
    Across All The Gaps

    , , ,
  • Five A.M. Baking,
    Bread and Rolls, Like my Father
    When I Was a Boy

    The House is Asleep,
    Now as Then, The Dreams Scented
    With Warm Cinnamon

    The Kitchen is Ruled
    By Wooden Spoons and Wire Wisks
    And Long Memory

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  • At the End of That
    Long, Softly Lit Hallway, A
    Tall Westward Window

    Dawn, Painted Across
    The Skies and Trees and Fields
    In Blues and Coral

    Our Worlds, Separate
    Yet Together, Start Again
    And I Breathe Deeply

    , , , , ,
  • Frequently Surprised,
    Still, By Joy, By Sadness or just
    By Circumstances
    ,
  • Sunrise, or Perhaps
    Just a Dream of It on This
    Grey and Muddled Night
    , , , ,
  • Wind Battered Clouds Rush
    Across Moonless Night Blued Skies
    Stars Rest, Undisturbed
    , , , , , ,
  • Quarter Moon Rising,
    But Still Caught in Grief’s Rip Tides,
    With No Shore in Sight
    , , ,
  • This Morning, Every
    Day, All the Time, Like a Pulse,
    Life in Thoughts of You
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