Thursday, May 26, 2011


her kiss
would feel twice as soft –
alone again


an aspen leaf
rocking on the stream –
afternoon nap


old man's doubts —
raking last fall's leaves
into many piles


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

listening to the rain

empty bed . . .
listening to the rain
after it leaves


wild gooseberries –
these bittersweet memories
of childhood


Friday, May 13, 2011

ah, spring!

spring downpour –
at each stoplight
two stoplights


her sleeping body
traced by predawn light
. . . scent of roses


the damselfly
shows me its blue –
what a spring sky!


Saturday, May 7, 2011

Leon Russell

Never too late to teach an old dog new tricks - you've heard that a gazillion times. Well, I have just discovered Leon Russell, wonderful singer/songwriter - check him out Where have I been?

And for your entertainment, one of The Stones' best songs - Wild Horses

Friday, May 6, 2011

cricket's song

waning moon
the cricket's song
drained by a spider


jasmine tea
under a crescent moon
I cup her hand


Wednesday, May 4, 2011

night shift, and more

night shift
I curl around the spot
where she would sleep


dawn reflections
a trout's rise
moves the mountain


her parting smile
a wind-blown petal
kisses my cheek


Monday, May 2, 2011

this moment,           when I stop and listen . . .
a whispering stream

Sunday, May 1, 2011

bird lullabies

Early dusk and it's as if
the birds have memorized
lullabies; they've quieted
to delicate refrains
as the summer sun descends,
flame orange and spent,
to its western berth. Birds huddle
deep within the cradling
catalpa trees and murmur
in their soft way to one other,
barely audible to those who
would listen. Perhaps they're
reassuring each other
the night will not be long.