The Poetry of...

A man in transcendental clothes accosted me in the street. He asked me for a moment’s strength to beg a word and busk a poem’s length. A simple request, straightforward and true. He’d write his best and I’d give him his due. But at word’s cost, my mind went blank. My patience was lost. My heart sank. I raced in mind’s heat amid frozen breath tugged at scruff and fought with death. I thought of past conversations and discussions and worlds apart, then at last vibrations and percussions of word’s art began stilted then spewing: “Night, blast, blight,...

Chocolate bare moon death storm summer delicate sweet...

Christmas is in the simple joys of living It’s in reading a story to the kids at bedtime and having your neighbors over for dinner It’s in a good bottle of wine and a mug of hot cider after two hours of shoveling and eggnog in the morning while still in your robe It’s in black and white movies and old Frank Sinatra records and waltzing in the living room when you’re sure nobody’s around and playing penny poker with your cousins ’till two It’s in huge turkey dinners and hundreds of relatives and even more hugs It’s in crystal glasses and ringing...

I appeared eyebrows frozen radiator red ears only to be surprised by you again. Again your eyes crystallized their tundra beauty warmed my face into a smile ear-wide. But you surprised me again with your sparkle and snap of cold command to freeze my eyes upon...

Innocence Capture the winds of innocence shades on the moon glowing soft in the distance The swaying trees sing and dance among the rustling leaves and send their love about in soft pastels Experience Exuberant, they raise and dash the waves Ireful in their stormy rage Whether fading or growing They shape all with experience Wisdom Through cavern and gorge whisk the winds of wisdom whistling of civilizations past and dancing on the fields of...

A voice rose once, to greet me in the forest as if it came from nowhere It seemed to surround me pervading everything It echoed in the twigs crackling beneath my feet the leaves rustling in the sunlit trees above me and the rumbling brook by my side It came from the meadows the animals the sky and the Earth It rose from the chasm of my soul It rolled like a mist through the trees and softly spoke It wasn’t a voice it wasn’t in tone or sound but it bade me rest for the tree and the brook the wind and the rain and the earth stood and embraced me with the warmth of a mother’s...

An old cottonwood stands jauntily outside my window I sometimes watch it as I lie in bed when the cool smell of rain is on the air I can hear the wind in the distance but the tree stays quiet while I speak to it Later, I will watch the rain drip from the leaves and listen for its response This morning I went down to it its trunk still wet from the rain I walked all around it As I touched the bark rough on my pliable hands I looked up it seemed to surround and protect me I am alone today I’ll be alone tomorrow but my loneliness has a place now a purpose which I share each night with the jaunty...

Leaves moving like waves on the wind and the sunshine filtering through on the breeze to spin the spectrum on a multitude of greens. The trunks stoic and brown and still tower over the stairs diving down to the wide waterfront with whispering laughter over the shifting breeze. A mast passes slowly beyond and beyond the distant tree line the blue reaches beyond the changing white sky drifters to stretch beyond to colors of imagination, passion...

Earth Spirit nakai i float on your flute you, Shaman, call the canyon mouth opens to breathe to sing fly ancient arms open wind high canyon breath star chant nakai i float on your flute high Eagles Feather you sing in air and float in notes to dance on my heart you dress my head to bring me strength of talons and flight Earth Mother eagles call “mother” echoes on the plateau coyote whistle strains across the canyon tan ancient chant long across the night in starlight eagles call “mother” reaches from earth to...