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Sunday, November 18, 2018


       Listen….

Evening opens then falls

soft as rosebushes
into the scent of dawn

where everything gleams

like seed of pearl
once hidden,

found now by divers
on her silken skin

while she quietly sleeps,

like stars at midnight

and winds of tomorrow

rustling oak leaves,
burdock and sage,

she longs for mystery

for holding, safety
and leaping,

yes, she shimmers

she glistens,

pleases
displaces,

all the while teaching

remember to rest
into listening….

Walking In November Dusk

Tonight, clouds glazed
wild and orange
by setting sun.

Rising light
of golden

half-moon washes
tenderness

over all....

a shy mother
gazes in secret

at her toddling
child.


Wednesday, November 7, 2018


    After The Election

The television finally is mute.
Pundits and pollsters, vanquished
And victors fade from the screen.

Somewhere in Tucson or west Texas
A cherry tree applauds in a warm
Autumn breeze and bursts its fat fruit.

The sidewalk below opens
Its arms, smiling for the first time
In weeks as purplish juice and future

Trees carried in hard tiny pits
Land on its lap. We all
Begin to breathe easy again

At such sweet saturation, this
Completely non-partisan gift.


Saturday, November 3, 2018

Dream Meeting

Concrete's cracked,

ravaged rough and dreary
by roots of birch, oak 
and loss.

Grief, that weathered sidekick,
tugs my leather wristband
with her strong and hungry fingers,

then turns back to look 
through bleary eyes

as we trudge and struggle 
along these ragged sidewalks.

Yet through the leaves above
we spy the silken moon;

she shines pure grace and mercy
upon our weary stumbling,

our scuffed and burnished boots.

Thursday, November 1, 2018

    Dream Meeting


Grief, that weathered sidekick,
turns back to look through bleary eyes.

Then tugs my leather wristband
with her strong and hungry fingers

as we walk, talk and
struggle along these ragged

sidewalks. Concrete's cracked,
ravaged rough and weary
by roots of birch, oak and loss.

Yet through the leaves above
we spy the silken silvery moon;

she shines pure grace and mercy
upon our stumbling, scuffed 
and burnished boots.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Dream Meeting


Grief, that weathered sidekick,
turns back to look through bleary eyes.

Then tugs my leather wristband
with her strong and hungry fingers

as we walk, talk and
struggle along these ragged

sidewalks. Concrete cracked,
ravaged rough and weary
by roots of birch, oak and loss.

And through the leaves above
we spy the silken silvery moon;

she shines pure grace and mercy
upon our scuffed stumbling boots.

Friday, October 19, 2018

Hovering Over Coffee


a warm Autumn afternoon,

when one hummingbird
sizzling, flits across 
the Starbucks' parking

lot, flirts with everything before
it first tastes then guzzles
an orange blossom

all the while hovering over hot
concrete like cupid in disguise--

and, for just a moment I am
in this breeze swimming
with enchanted eyes

through classic rock songs swirling
into a Sea of Love
and must hear your answer
now--

Hey..hey baby
I wanna know
if you'll be be my girl?