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

My beautiful cat Holiday

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