Illusion hillssmoke signals further visionblanket memory, summer-warmconsciousness dreaminga boulder for a pillowbattling angelsto climb ladderseverything leaves a marklow-rounded, still-sacredsome of those illusionscarry ancient namessome of them carrythe bones of the sky I love how mountains fade into the distance, how it hardly seems real. This poem is the second one I wrote for the polaroidContinue reading “Smokies, 2”
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Pine
Padded quiet morning, herewhere life has barely thawed outthe birds wait to raise a cheer to summer. Sunshine appearswith warmth, flexing its new cloutin the padded morning. Here and there flying bugs appearbut the earth-dwellers have doubtsand birds wait to sound the cheer. Chased by needling cold fearspine doesn’t worry aboutmuch here, soaks up theContinue reading “Pine”
Can you hear the tales mountains tell?
Listen!In that smoky breaththere are a host of storieswritten in spirit lettersthat masquerade as cloudold stories like old ghostsdrawn up from the root of the world The tales are seeds nowtossed up with creative energyfrom moldy fern on weathered floorto the wind that still blows as itblew long ago when these roundedfurry hills were loftyContinue reading “Can you hear the tales mountains tell?”
Sky Jewelry
In the wee hoursthe stars blanketed the skythe Milky Way stretchedand constellation rhinestonespunctuated the darkness The stars in Colorado were incredible. We were lucky with the moon (I’m guessing it was either pretty new or rising very, VERY late, or maybe both). The photo I’m using for this post wasn’t made there – this wasContinue reading “Sky Jewelry”
Mountain Haiku
a chipmunk’s businessinvolves a lot of running,sniffing, and nib’ling sun on the meadowgophers trundle underneatha hillside network stillness brings naturecurious, obliviousquiet calming fear Thank you, readers!
Rumble | Haiku
I went for a walkthunder wanted to come toohe held back the rain Sometimes the rain is all bark and no bite – thankfully, when you’re a long way from camp and shelter but you also are carrying a bunch of cameras. Thanks for reading!
Mountain Time
In the mountains everything is too muchreading: too muchthinking: definitely over-muchwriting: maybe a little because grasshoppers are buzzingtheir tightly patterned bodiesthrough the meadowwhere butterflies are dancingto the beat a woodpecker drumsdown the hill in the pine and aspen forestwho sighs to let us know that the windis coming also because clouds are makingshadow pictures onContinue reading “Mountain Time”
Wild Horses
In the glitter of the mountain morning, dew heavy enough on the ground to make a thirst content, they wandered with peaceful silence into the bowl of the meadow. Hushed hooves made no sound in the padded pine straw. A whole family, coats slick and rich as burnished mahogany, a proud patriarch and his ladies, plus youngsters. He watched us as we watched them, blinking Queen Mab out of our eyes, dream-checking. His displeasure at my approach came heavy and quick from the velvet of his muzzle.
The Poetry Patio 