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.

    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.

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.

Dream Meeting

    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.

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.

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?