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Gathering poems

I went into the woods
To seek solitude
And found poetry,
Uncovered words
Under old leaves and
Decoded secret messages
In the pebbles by the stream.
The stones whispered to me,
And the silence
Distilled into song.


Climbing Raven Rocks

I dance upwards;
below me,
the waves slap the cliffs
and beat the rhythm.

Wind whipped clouds gallop
with flying manes
across the blue plain of the sky.

The wild geese resent
our intrusion;
honking displeasure,
they swoop a warning:
we are guests here.

Amid the cedar fragrance
of summer and freedom,
I lean back
into the arms of the world.

February Blossoms

Humming clouds
of pink,
the cherry trees
bloom fiercely -
a desperate race
against the inevitable
freeze.

The bluebells

We wandered
into the realm of the bluebells
that dwell in the flood plain
after the spring rains.

Carefully
we stepped
through the blue kingdom
along the streams.

We could not hear
the tiny bells,
ringing with mirth.

But we saw
the great heron lift off
toward the river,
his silent blue winged shadow
gliding over the flowers.

Cascade Song

On the barren lava soil,
Windswept pines stretch out their arms,
Gnarled white bones against the sky.

Mountain wears majestic white
Glacier robes that flow between
Buttress ridges of black rock.

Rushing rivers tumble down
To the valley, where blue lakes
Greet like eyes in seas of green.

July

Sunlight seeps
through the blinds,
oozes into the room.
The ceiling fan sweats
from its labor.
The clock creeps
at half speed,
pendulum dragging
through syrupy air.
Sluggish afternoon hours
drip,
stick
to our skin,
steep us
in lethargy.

Milkweed

The capsule burst open
Fuzzy floss spills out
Soft white parachutes
for small seeds that yearn
to float away like dreams

Ice

The woods are a crystal cathedral,
trees sculpted of glass.
Brittle branches clink
when the wind whispers -
glistening, deadly beauty
frozen in time

Snowless winter woods

The oak trees are an endless sea of grey;
The waves roll over hills until they melt
Into a grey horizon under dim
Midwinter skies. The world is sepia toned;
The flowers in the glades no longer wear
Their splendid summer colors. Dry and brown,
They hold up their spent seed heads full of pride
Because they have achieved their destiny.
A dogwood tree lies cut, its swelling buds
A promise that will never be fulfilled.
Behind pale pointy palisades of reeds
The lonely pond does still reflect the sky.

Late December

The last days
cling to the year
like late leaves
to the oak trees.

Every song
is a goodbye
Time's tired steps
echo hollow
in the deserted birds nests.

Winter rain

A bleak morning, I waken
     To relentless rain.
       Drops pearl the redbuds.

Broken branches beckon
     With slimy fingers.

A deserted nest perches
     In the plum tree;
       Black and wet, it does not
         Remember the fledglings

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