Morning Light

Morning light, spilt through foliage, splashing the grass with gold; the simple, daily pouring of nourishment into a crumbling world.

The Little Bird that Flies

The little bird that flies beneath the puffed up sky owns the gift of life and the pleasure of God’s eye.

Reflections

That bird’s reflection seems to wave and wing from other worlds a ripple fold of ancient hope and crystaled good (though far away)

The Gift of Grief

And maybe (somehow), off where grief will give loss becomes a better way to live

Truth in My Hands

I carry truth on my tongue and lies in my hands and people learn by what they see and You know the entirety of me— mind and heart divorced. The mind is not enough; I would love You with my strength, the truth served from heart to hands so they and I both understand reality […]

In the West

Over the woodlands, swooping low, teasing of summer as they go, the winds play in trees I know. They blow to the ends from the West. And every day the wide skies call the mighty king to his mountain hall. Across the fields his footsteps fall. The sun goes home to the West. Here, the […]

Morning Loss

Green umbrella by the ocean shifted into sifting sand— little grains of crystalled rock-dust blowing toward the endless blue. – She shifts and lays aside her novel, blue as water far away where the wave line meets the sky wall like eternal, bright and fey. – Up above, the halcyon sky shine scatters light; a […]

Bee Haiku

industrious bee searching for that last flower as the sun goes down

Follow Your Heart

follow your heart wherever the blood runs many sons have gone before grasp that wild, intoxicating breath and gasp in vain for more the end is always death for the beheaded

Words Haiku

For all their glory words can be but feeble things when they have no soul.

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