Monday, February 29, 2016

leap day

forgotten lavender drips from the cherry tree
blue jay steals the sun
with whistles
rich
and
sharp
suddenly he stops
and all lies silent
wind stilled to thinning clouds of day
sitting long enough--quiet enough
i can hear the crocus rising
blue jay starts up again
rich
and
sharp
chatter amongst the birds celebrates jet streams
and
sandhill cranes
come Spring
come ....
rich
and
sharp






Wednesday, February 24, 2016

tyto alba


the wing span of a barn owl is 42 inches
42 inches of ghost feathers & furl 
lifted on particle currents of atmosphere 
dip & dive
dip & dive 
silent nocturnal flyer 
dip & dive 
find me  
there in slumber beneath worry & bramble 
trembling in stasis 
exultant in dark possibility 
wrapped in skin with age & aspirin 
I am waiting for your sharp golden piercing 
dip & dive

capture 
me 


Tuesday, February 23, 2016

undone

came undone in '79
winter day that started out fine
sweet soft tumbling outta the gray
no one day should end that way
tattered scars and flash of light
fear and sorrows bound up tight
nothing made much sense anymore
love walked out through the basement door
undone
when bone is crushed by the hand of fate
when spirit sinks into the grave
when mind circles back to black
life never quite gets back on track
undone
rise to challenge with poppy-seed lines
beat back blues with blood & sunshine
transcend to phoenix--transcend to new
cracked open to expose the violet-blue
sections chipped from flesh & soul
hardly noticed by those i know
forged the bars, built the cage
meadowlark trapped by yesterday's rage
undone
years to miles to pieces of eight
mapped the course and stormed the gates
words and places and love untombed
diamonds & dust willow'd bloom
faced the fear, faced the lights
memories shape-shift of that night
find the truth, feel the sun
become one

undone

snow moon



damsel dressed in fibers of vetiver
opalescent diode foliage-green shining
performs in solitude
against
the bark of nevermore
hold fast against my sternum 
your hand warms tender the fragility of
this unexpected illumination  
Keep it there ...
shelter the sorrow along with the falling
spark the weary lost bones 
shatter the ampule open 
smell our verdant delight
of this passage 
rest your hand there
always.

It is home 



Monday, February 22, 2016

come

it may
not
seem like it

but i'm with him

be fooled by appearances
be blind to truth
tempted by
my strength to think i am other than
what you know

but i'm with him

ice melts
the river runs
cranes they come
flannel against skin
becomes more than i can bare
hold fast

always believed life would
bloom
buckets of fullness
richness unfurled
particles of brilliance
even in separation
even in darkness

i'm with him

waiting for the next hurrah!!
waiting for crocus to burst
content in the chaos
blessed by magic

i'm with him


gray is the color of .....

fog thickens as the hour deepens to day
sun cloaked in gray
birds silent in their feathered slumber
do birds sleep?
felled to dreams of seed & sky--where summer is long & rich
do birds wish upon waking?
for vast blue sky & love
of flight & fearlessness
fog thickens
birds wait for sun
i wait for cedar wax wings & the teapot to sing
dreaming of birds
and
flight

inepta caeruluem caru volta


how was the world before our skin met?
was there glimmer? butterscotch .... the linger of mint? 
did licorice pour from your veins to flannel pockets of mirth?
did icicles recite tales of the battle of Dunkirk?
did energy collide to form thundersnow?
did children laugh as they swung high to low? 
however that works
wherever you go 
the place where you are is home for my soul 
whatever it means 
across fields of time
the place where you are is home for my kind 
so somewhere in Cali 
beneath a sun with tongues of blue 
I know you love me 
and
my truth
is you 


Saturday, February 20, 2016

deterministic causality


lucid
skirted crinoline of days ...
scarlet teeming
teeter-totter brimming
no one thing more vital than another
dressed temperance of a mythic storyline
telling of waking fields & water
reaching
yearning
being
light … 

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Fides


Blogs and words and blood that binds
trust that leaves the world behind
I've scattered dust into the sun
and traded love for my souls tongue

We fight and rage in civil wars
hell-bent to stand above the killing floor
trust is thick--a coin with two sides
and pity the fool who blindly abides

We seal our fate--lock the door
and discover we don't know love anymore
instead we are hollow of possible light
but holy our war and righteous our fight

To parry and thrust with ego aloft
judgement we weld while honor is lost
narrow is the path and treacherous the lie
only to find the godlight has died

Winter's full moon outlines the cost
each tale unfolds with perspective tossed
until we acknowledge loves color and might
with trust as its cord that weaves all in tight

So stand in the fire or beyond its rage
but either way play on kaleidoscopes stage
trust, love and light--the scout-badges you seek
not hate not ego or vintage treasures keep

Bows and flows of angel hair. . .
two sides exist in everywhere

dew-anthem-to-a-nebraska-morning

when the day opens slow and gray
put Stapleton on for his groove
body creaks with the weight of morning
coffee cools somewhere hidden from view
it gets easy to think of you

the furrows of time on your skin
the intentional sway of your gait
the luxury of the place your body occupies
hard sweet subtleness of every sinew
it gets easy to think of you

thoughts of you rescue me
your love soothes the ordinary
strong strawberry line thrown across the miles
looking out the window to the vast wide-open sky blue
easy
to
think
of
you  . . .

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Wuk

entanglements resonant
beekeepers bliss
dogwood tumbling down
white boxes stacked in the far corner yard
and promises circle around

snow-melt ascension
earl gray tea
blue jay steals my song
day rolls on in dust motes & dogs
and my! how that south wind blows strong

equanimity polished  
bonfire balm
crocus sprouted today
sandhill cranes sweep fields & river
as seasons collide & play

clouds thin to blue
particles waken
cardinals peek thru the glass
the river runs cold with ice and white birds
and life just tumbles right past  . .  .  

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

red

light cast
whispered thread of ordination
sublime red cardinal morning
doubt flickers in its gasping rise and fall
rise and fall
into arms capable of holding all
the
rumbled beautiful feathers of my furrow welt
rise and fall
rise and fall
the felted fit -- luminous in moon's wake
know our trail
by
the stars above
and
the turning of word and weather
rise and fall


Monday, February 8, 2016

Fixing the ravel

To fix the ravel
wax the thread
staunch the wound that bleeds rose-red
bandage with salve, sunshine & tears
press firmly
define the fear

sew on the patch
tender the hole
smooth the ends, extract your tole
return the borrowed
enfold the night
kiss the broken as it takes flight

fix the ravel
wax the thread
to mend with mercy
love embed


Friday, February 5, 2016

a study of the things he loves ....

with an intensity
reserved
for
mathematicians and wizards;
quantity divided variety
divided
by
barometric pressure
squared by the velocity of the sun
he watches .....
day's blizzard roars beyond walls
drifts--billows
small birds fall
the sun lost behind this solid front of silver-white
branches whip, bend
quiver with weight & sharpness
he worries over shelter, seed, suet
accessible nourishment for the brave feathered ones ....
resolute fearless flyers against storms fury
he watches with an intensity
interest plus compassion
equal blindness to pressing things
human things
things with holes & human hearts
Ah! what elegant desire
you;
noble keeper of chordata aves 

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

fatum













shadows & light
shadows & light
fate lies curled in the corner tight
we move with hesitant steps somedays
intent upon the golden page
open, close we kneel and then
backs to the wall, we learn to bend
tea d'ironie - we lift our cup
and drink our fate
blue-lavandar hyssop
shadows & light
shadows & light
a corner turned & hope takes flight ,,,, 

Monday, February 1, 2016

beekeepers lament

gossamer thread worn thin holds fast
beekeepers dance by the secret deer track
willow creek bends to the moonlit wind
over the hill--then back again

stretch a new canvas a thousand feet wide
pinned & buckled by a snowy owl's cry
two broken barns it flies between
gessoed white by flying machines

paint a landscape thick and true
inked with blood and certitude
fiddler plays long into the night
when snow it comes, the fire burns bright

beekeepers & minstrels gather to flame
lovers & poets weave a gambled game
a path is taken, a fable begun
of white-birch firelight & honeybee rum

winter's storm becomes the canvas becomes midnight
plein air painting--our blue-gray acolyte
frosted river echoes sandhill cranes descent
this glen--this tale our beekeepers lament

gossamer thread worn thin holds fast
beekeepers dance ....