Wednesday, November 8, 2017


I come to the end of the day
in search of solace, gazing, 
to watch the sun set, blazing. 

As evening blues go gray,
leaving clouds in hues still amazing,
I come to the end of the day
in search of solace, gazing.

I come allowing this drama to convey
a soul beyond woes, appraising       
the day’s regrets, long past chasing,
I come to the end of the day.
In search of solace, gazing,
to watch the sun set, blazing.  

Thursday, October 19, 2017


Almost imperceivable, night lightens into day 
and the first sounds are of birds stirring,

And now again is that time, simple delight
of geese wings overhead whirring, 

And I listen to the many voices, duets 
calling to each other, then to flocks. 

In the barely brightening daybreak mists, 
now again is that time, wakening to cracking shocks

And, from across the marshes, comes 
echoing to my ears that sharp, low thunder. 

And now listen to the forlorn call of one 
flying in unison with another no longer. 

Tuesday, October 10, 2017


Sun has set,
and dusk is falling

Listening, a pair of eagles
aloft, chirr-chirr-chirring
high in stilling air

Leaves hanging, twisting
in skies darkening, simple
silhouettes graying, fading
Intervening blues

Wednesday, October 4, 2017


Woke this day to sun-kissed mists,
sweet smell of hay drying well.
Memory evoked, near and gone
light and sharp as glass.

Grateful for all that has passed,
all the hay in lofts, al the anniversaries
thirty years long.

These the part only the heart keeps.

Monday, August 21, 2017

8/21 monday

The moon, already on its journey across the sun, 
Shrouded that brilliant orb in transmutation,
Daylight to dusk.

And slipping into the warm waters under 
Those pin oaks, with sharp awareness of this 
Attenuated, lucent light,

Realized this strange, changes air has the same depth 
As on that last day when I walked out of time, 
Away from you,

Into another forever. 

Thursday, August 17, 2017


Missed chances to say,
As worry kept me
Small and still,

Even as soul cried out
Speak, say, love you.
Missed chances rued.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


Watching evening clouds 
Puff into glorious billows.
Traditions long upheld.
I watch the rainbow hues

Puff into glorious billows.
This little dog seated by me,
I watch the rainbow hues.
You would love

This little dog seated by me.
Alba, not here yet a week,
You would love
This quiet heart, mellow spirit

Alba, not here yet a week, 
Traditions long upheld, 
This quiet heart, mellow spirit.
Watching evening clouds.

Saturday, July 8, 2017


Resting in soft late evening breezes, 
a deep front rolling in overhead.
Ah, to live so close to tidal waters, 
spindrifty sounds, dewy salt air.

A deep front rolling in overhead, 
pattering rain near, thunder distant. 
Spindrifty sounds, dewy salt air,
rhythms lulling over into sleep.

Pattering rain near, thunder distant, 
turn facing the freshening winds.
Rhythms lulling over into sleep
darkening skies past sun’s bright heat.

Turn facing the freshening winds,
ah, to live so close to tidal waters.
Darkening skies past sun’s bright heat,
resting in soft late evening breezes.

Saturday, May 20, 2017


Life's a will-winded symphony, 
a gorgeous shining, aching chant
sweetly singing together. 


Love is not delicate, 
So rock it for the sweet
Gift it is.

Thursday, May 18, 2017


Time waxes true through
a thousand essential moments.
Live with beauty.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017


How three dimensional flying is:
the blue deepening above
is similar familiar.

Among, then below, windrows of sun painted 
ever changing cloud-bergs skidding
across sky shoals,

Hiding beneath looping curves of silvered rivers,
crossing softly green grayed farm fields dappled 
by purpled shadows.

Different densities of  air

How three dimensional grieving is:
the blue within deepening 
into similar familiar.

Among, then below, windrows of hurt color 
ever changing depths of pains skidding 
across soul shoals,

Hiding beneath the looping curves of the heart,
crossing softly grayed emotions dappled 
by purpled sorrow.

Different densities of air 

Tuesday, March 21, 2017


Tugboat slips upriver, a whirring glide
Under skies blushing into nightside.
Fleeting time to last,
Too quickly gone past,
Like me, rushing to keep with the tide

Monday, March 20, 2017


Banners sky sweep shades of Prussian blues
Clouds softly stretched 'gainst turquoise hues
On indigo edges
Songs from sedges
Waterfowl call evening adieu

Thursday, March 9, 2017


What soap is to the body,  
my mother in law would say,
tears are to the soul.
For a long time I have felt that way.

My mother in law would say,
put on a believable façade.
For a long time I have felt that way,
Present the appropriate nod.

Put on a believable façade,
Guess I've known.
Present the appropriate nod,
the quiet heart alone.

Guess I’ve known,
Tears are to the soul,
the quiet heart alone,
what soap is to the body.