Sunday, April 22, 2018

Spring for Diane


Beauty kept on thoughts of passion
Sharing dreams of pure desire
Sunshine gleams on blades of grass
As imagined textures of nurtured thoughts

Turned, wet and spun on a wheel
Security afforded, protections surrendered
Finding the passionate balance of risk
The full creative flow has yet to be explored

Guided to commune over spiritual connections
Deep into the past, we find familiar faces
One with the shared experience of common ancestry
Grounded in knowing we are one of many within ourselves

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Poems for Eagle Lake - Pine Pitch on my hands

pine pitch on my hands
bright and sweet, 
potent and clean as mint

the whistling tips of white pines
outstretching the first to the sierra sky
teasing the chipmunks with hanging fruit

toasting needles on white rock
perfuming the hillsides

Vanilla steeped and clean
flowing with the breezes
in and around the Juniper crags. 

Quaking Aspens slow the pace
of land so big that sound escapes

in clear water, reflections of a violent past laid to rest
in peaceful and powerful moraines
Fire, Ice, Water and Time