Replenishing After The Second Vaccine

Her tasty lentil soup, happily

slurped, but never sipped,

pushes the pout

off his poet's lips.

Later, with a mischievous

grin, aching arm and 

twinkling eye, 

the emptied bowl 

he'll give a lusty lick!

Dawn is 

a fullness

of tree

bathing

in birdsong....

Hiking Sycamore Canyon

Noontime is

a wild 

man

bathing

in greens

of dream....

each stone

on the road

shapes the foot

that meets it.

Seek to become

a stillness

of stone

in sunshine

and storm

where unknowing

is norm

and no seeking

is needed.

What Sky Tastes Like

fragrance of blue

kissing

texture of pink

Labor's Love

Dozens of flat stones,

each eccentric, angular,

mottled in earth tones, many

cracked or worn smooth

by time's erosions

and ordeal's fissions and fusions,

line a 50 foot concrete block wall,

this cast of characters perched

nestling in precarious

congregation, covering like puzzle

pieces a long brief life somehow

finally coming together to complete

a unique evolving shape,

bringing ease on the wings

of the softest breeze

this late winter's morn, this time

of belonging fully to my own life

where the surprising speech

of andesite, granite and schist

carries the fragrance and weight of silence

through canyons of sky burrowing

into moist soil amidst wildflowers stained

with tears and waterfalls of laughter booming--

ahhhh, such an unplanned late,

imperfect blooming....