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12 Dec


I do not measure
my heart in sunrise
and sunset,
though the glory
of colorcoming
and lightleaving plays it’s part
in the drama of days.
But in leaf and limb,
inhaling and exhaling.
In spans of inevitable green
and glorious gold
before fallingdoubt and near deathsleeping.
I learned to love
from oaks
who know this secret,
a faith coded into their ringbones
repeating return.
They keep the soft velvet
the touchbend and retreat
from sky, a clockcase
full of
freedom and foreboding.
Yet adore the sun,
like a fickle lover
here one day, gone the next,
needing and abiding equally.
Damned delicious sun!
Longing is to sigh again, green.
What can they do
but live,
dressed in lush love
or bear quiet cold
in naked dignity.
till his return?

Fire Flies

7 Jul
Super Moon. June 23, 2013

Super Moon. June 23, 2013

Flaming chrysanthemums
blossom the night sky,
kamikaze petals
of incendiary red
sizzle in the humid air
over the yard,
an ordinary fourth in July.
A match flame
a fuse fully
before the scramble
of rubber soled sandals
down the tar top lane.
A pause.
Powder pops into
a mosaic of
fire frond and papery leaf,
a glitter golden bang
to float
to fall
in sparkling ash
over the shoulders
of my dark holly,
her night black ribs
veiled in smoke
after flashing seconds.

Three counts quiet.

Wooden door sharply shuts on
a barking dog
and a siren
pulse and glow
then low
in her dark green canopy,
spreading open
a parachute of peace
for my one


Lessons From the Giants

24 Jun


Tenatively, I always ask permission. May I touch you great one? Will my hand hold enough thankfulness for the air you create?

Lessons I’ve learned from giants . . .

Be still.
Allow the wind to blow through you bringing forth wisdom.
Grow. From the core outward push layer upon layer of time into a protective mantle of beauty and strength.
Anchor your roots. Near the surface and at the edges but deepest at the core.
Let not many walk close beside you. And those who step lightly do least damage.
Breathe in the surrounding air and energy. Balance inner to outer by take and give….give and take.
Fear not fire.
Great ones scorch, never die. Cracking black bark marks time.
Leave seeds, bits of Self which through fire take to the earth
and grow
and speak
and love
under the sun
under a great white moon.

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