My Blues
the blue of my eyes — not so deep a blue as when I was …
Category Archives: Poetry
Rowan Blessing
From the Beings of this ForestTo the Beings of this Forest, and all Beings of All Forests, and Open Spaces, …
Landsongs
Is that what familiarity with a place is? The memory of one’s own song being sung back to them by the place itself?
“Thanksgiving”
I am a direct descendant of Stephen and Elizabeth Hopkins who came to this continent on the Mayflower. Their son …
A Plant Grows
A plant grows,and no matter what one calls it,whether by a scientific name or a familiar one,or, how one sees …
Water
Ocean flowing and ebbing …
Sedona, Oak Creek, October 2001
Time to take flight myself, I guess.
August, in Drought-Stricken California, 2015
It’s raining. Not a heavy rain. Certainly not enough rain. The first rain here in months. The scent of it …
Listen
I look at your massive silhouette against the sky, your rich green scaled leaves on drooping branchlettes that flow in …
Taking a Moment in the Ocean of Time
To drink it a moment, to let everything else go and to be free of stress and burden and worry…even just for a moment…
