A touch of words

Sweetest words caress
Letters falling off the page
Like rain mist soft and gentle
Soaking through
Parched skin.
Oils of life poured
Drop by drop
Scents of ages,
timeless in memory
Filling the soul with ease.
I whisper aloud
The foreign tongue of yesterday
Born of star dust and moonbeams
Brought to life by thought
And set down upon stone
Etched forever
Touching the soul
Simple history
Gentle like the sweetest caress
Of lavender across shoulders
Drawn in intoxicating
Fevered to love
Becoming one.

Entering a change

Broken leaves crack like gunshot
Beneath lumbering feet searching
Through restless forests silenced
By the coming of man.
White tails move away
Clipped paces too fast it seems for eyes that see
For thoughts that seek an end
To the burning questions bred
By indecision
And the hands of fate
That led him here.
Silver light flickers
As a hand held up to block the light
Entering shadows on the quest
To bring peace to the existence
Once lost here among
The hard woods and rot
And the fungus that marks decay
Turned to a pile of nothing
With the heel that kicked it away.
Clouds move in as winds come to call
The eclipse hours off
A change on its way
Where clarity will again take hold
And whisk the thoughts effortlessly away
And as the flies flicker about
Hovering like puppets,
They too will blow free with the wind,
The chorus of nature will once again rise up
To take their place,
And finish the music echoing
In this amazing fortress
Filled with the earths hypnotic grace
And tomorrow’s blessing will grab hold
As each tender step taken,
With eyes wide open to see
This peace at last
To be set free.

This moon turns the thoughts like a compost barrel, around and around and knowing that soon the great dark earth made under the sun each day will turn to itself and become all it is truly meant to be.
Beautiful image taken by my father.

The soul of light

Through years she moved
Through the thickness of a rain
Never ceasing its demand
To saturate with darkness
Like a wilderness night
Devoid of life.
As she grew the skies cleared
Like wipers on cars
Back and forth her world moved
From dark to grey
Then back
Until one day the sun seeped through
The cracks of her illusion allowing
To let something new in
And the rainbow appeared
And she sat in awe
The majesty before her
As she reached out and stole the soul
Afraid of losing this piece,
This bit of colored glow.
She went through her days
Colors locked in pockets
Lest they slipped out to escape.
But hidden away they could not be
What their purpose required and
Leaving her in darkness
When the rain came again
Moving the sun to moon
She reached in to demand
That changes must come
Only to find
Empty pockets.
Her color had gone
Leaving her bereft
So very sad and she asked the sky
As the tears mixed with rain
“Why have you allowed this?”
Where did it go she thought in her head,
For surely I had locked it away
I did not tell a soul
I did not want to share
As it is mine.
A wise bird came to rest in a puddle
Drinking and splashing
And looked at her like some birds do
And with a chirp spoke “you silly child,
It was never only yours” it is for the whole
For the big world of souls to share”
And she looked down deflated
As the words touched her within,
“Yes, my friend, you are so very right”
But she did not know what now to do,
And the bird spoke quietly
“Close your eyes and wish good on the world,
And share a joyful noise of laughter,
Dance because you can”
So she held her head high and let out a little giggle,
Yes, I can do this
Yet nothing happened
So she did it again, a bit louder this time
And through that crack a light shone
And she danced for joy at the sight
And more came pouring through
Mixing with water a rainbow appeared
As the bird flew up
Then disappeared,
So this is how to keep the light alive
This is how to share the soul of a rainbow
And then she spun around
Welcoming that love
The light
And so much more.


Roots spread
Tentacle fingers grasping
Searching for the darkness below
A place to burrow in
To claim earths soul.
Hands reaching upward
Ready to pluck
Each falling star that drifts down,
Icy like snowflakes
Falling on me
Dreams move in and out
Thoughts wrap like cotton batting
Round and round
Enveloping in a gentle sigh
In between days
In between worlds.
Up and down
As feet lift off solid ground
Dancing in the maelstrom
Spinning furiously
Laughter splits the air
Coyote yipping in the close distance
Life and death
And all that remains eternal


full moon shadows lay across
The lawn like pale blankets
Leaving trees marked by the shadows
Like ghostly remnants
Of what is seen in the daylight-
The barest essence of what lay in
The surrounding darkness.
The witching hour drawers closer
The minutes at hand
I sit and wait for you
In the solitude of this lonely house
Devoid of laughter
With your absence.
The invisible division of summer to
Autumns splendor-
Marked in passing with a chill to the air,
The body knows what the mind
Tries to hide-tries to deny,
The warmth, the endless sun filled days
Not so endless
After all.
So chilled within’, feeling like a stranger
In this coming change of season.

Dreams of twilight

You came to me again
Your sweet voice whispering
In the midnight hour
Your touch as soft as silk
Words I’ve longed to hear.
You held me in your arms,
Close to your heart
I heard the sound of your life
And the darkness covered
My restless thoughts
Like a cloud covering
My precious moon.
How I longed to tell you
Of the wishes
Of my soul,
Tossing and turning
I felt you moving away
And I was lost
Crying out for a way
To reach out
To find you again
But left with an empty space
Cool to the touch
I knew you were but
Another dream
And I lay here alone
Dreaming of the next twilight
When I could return
To this place.
That I could trade in the emptiness
For a taste
Of sweetness,
That I could touch your life
With my fingertip,
That I could feel alive.


Worlds of concrete

skies too dark to fly

wings tattered by words

broken to retreat,

heal thyself she knows within,

to walk before flying

to eclipse the past with a better tomorrow

to open the skies like talons tearing clouds

as they fly by in search

of new prey.

Moon speaks her silent tongue

to the ears that hear

between the lines,



sweet despair driven

to the edge of the abyss,

opening the wing to fly

perhaps to fall,

but at least to try.

To the side of light

she must reach the destination

before the arms of greed reach out

pushing her underground once again

suffocating on the stench

of industry oil coated earth,

broken and staring as the hawk

flies by alone.