Friday, October 6, 2017

OCTOBER 2017




Luna Luna flying high
lighting up the velvet sky
shining down on all below
darkest woodlands now aglow
soon you wake me disturb my rest 
tempt me from my cozy nest
wandering the paths this night 
guided by your blessed light
looking up and soaking in
ancient wisdom held deep within
why you call me I don't know
but basking in your soothing glow
often sets the wrong things right
is that why I crave your healing light


Living in a roller coaster world
new day brings peace and serenity
morning full moon precious pearl
peers through the italian cypress
reminding me that all of life 
is a most delicate balancing act
all we can really do is our best
hoping it will be good enough
forgiving ourselves our failures
then stepping out trying once again

***

Some days I just want to walk away
from everything
from the past
from bad choices
from mistakes made
from daily burdens
from sleepless nights
from yet another furry life ebbing
from wondering is there suffering
from overwrought emotions
some days I just want to walk away
but when taking the first steps
looking back over my shoulders
suddenly it seems hard because
there is still so much good
suddenly I know I would also be
missing out on sharing caring
learning smiling crying laughing
mourning savoring cherishing
reading writing remembering
slowly turning back retracing
my parting steps hope rises
leaning into the fierce wind
determined to move forward
determined to focusing
on all that's bright and beautiful
it's been there along sometimes
we just lose our way.........

***
Walking away
from the headlines
mindful as to how
insignificant my own
small worries seem
in the face of utter
devastation of so
many people's lives
right now floods fires
some losing everything
just the thought that
life goes on normal
for those of us not
in harm's way makes
my heart ache makes
me appreciate EVERYTHING


Held in my hand
tiny wrinkly treasures
potential giants
will we be able to
protect their uncertain future


Sometimes peace can be found
early in the day before the endless
stream of news washes over us
like an unholy incoming riptide
sitting companionable at the table
bowl of scottish oats resting
warmly in our bellies cup of tea
at hand crisp savory slice of bread
resting on a favorite plate
small image of a cat sleeping
cozy in front of a crackling fire
no doubt purring contendly
all the while we sit in front
of our stove it's red heart aglow
looking out into the autumn garden
this is where peace can be found

Monday, September 4, 2017

SEPTEMBER 2017


Welcoming another dawn
delicate smudged layers shimmer
bird's first notes rising


Looking up to the heavens
more often than not
wonders can suddenly appear
like last night as the sun
was setting seeing Sol
suddenly swallowed by up
by a large playful dolphin
swimming through currents
in a strangely colored sky
celestial magic sometimes
comes to us through tragedy
many horrific wildfires
coloring our days and nights
making that brief magical
moment even more appreciated


Neverending love affair with Luna
tempts me out into the night
smiling down she returns the love


Delicious like Pumpkin Latte
glorious September moon
first taste of autumn arrives

***
Rain bruised pines
release spicy scent
soft cooing of doves


Dainty copper butterfly
feasting on honeyed source
autumn joy in bloom


Towering thunderheads
first gust of wind
trees now dance wildly
shedding tired leaves
flurries of brown swirl
soon covering the ground
autumn started knocking
firmly on summer's door
insisting "Let me in"!


With a heavy rich drone
he arrives and settles
proud and entitled seeming
potentate of bygone times
wearing rich velvet finery
he sups from the bounty
nature's banquet offers
this dark corpulent king
does not leave the table
but sits and sips endlessly
now and then humble bees
like small courtiers hover near
never forgetting their place
careful not to offend his Majesty


Captured at the gloaming
shining so bright
let's give Peace a chance


Etched delicately on a
soft lavender sky
slender maiden moon

***
High up in a velvet night sky
Luna and Saturn hold court
untouched by struggles below
light years away from it all
appearing divinely serene
maybe that's tonight's lesson
keep your cool keep faith
keep on shining your light
everything's gonna be alright


***
Once again I rise
fatigued battle weary
twisted discordant
dreams following me
into the brightness
of yet another day
dreams of brother
fighting brother
friend betraying friend
gunshots ringing out
running hiding panting
trying to stay alive
do such fears only
plague those who see
with clear eyes ahead
we who are tormented
by the rise of fervent
national pride no longer
harmless but slowly
unfurling whipped on
by the greedy beast
licking it's chops thirsty
for blood and gold
do those who cannot
clearly see the grave
dangers ahead rest easily
dreaming only sweet
dreams of rising once again
greater than ever before
all the world gazing at
our might with envious eyes
while ancestral memories
come knocking on the doors
of those who have lived
it before who know exactly
that such pride comes at a
price comes before a sudden
fall from grace swallowing all
in it's path awful momentum
overpowering all of us
we'll be united then again
suffering the aftermath
together paying the price
praying my fears will come
to naught that common sense
and decency will win that the
battle of light against dark
will be averted as we rise
united throwing of the shackles
of the corporate masters who
divide in order to conquer
may coming days bring
clear vision to all who love
this country may divides
forced upon us by those
who will profit be pushed
aside by our common goal
to build a better nation for all
for this I pray each and every day


Roseate curtains
drift like finest chiffon
adorning the dawn


Evening stillness
blessed moment of peace
home sweet home

***

Evening Meditation

Tonight as I walked the loops
infinitely winding mindfully
around over and over again
fecund golden Luna peering down
coyly through lacy branches of
tall singing pines gracefully
swaying in the evening breeze
to a song known only to them
on the breeze comes the faint
woodsy autumny scent of smoke
not yet from chimneys but from
fires far away just out of sight
only the delicate sunset colors
reveal their location to the west
looking over the tree tops spilling
down the steep slope last light
briefly touches the golden flanks
vast rangelands stretching north
on the far side of our small creek
pools of water still team with life
but it's as if the creek is holding
it's breath waiting for the first
nourishing rains to replenish it
once again tonight as the air cools
suddenly we can feel that the
golden season is upon us once again
and I breathe deeply then exhale
with a sigh of relief..autumn is here

Saturday, August 5, 2017

AUGUST 2017


First stirring of birds
fluttering in the bushes
first crystal clear notes
rise into the early morning
fiery sun slowly ascends
our dwindling creek mirrors
soft watercolor skies 
inhaling deeply calm settles
enveloping me with peace
generous reward for rising early


Bravely opening her heart
layer upon delicate layer
despite brutal heat dancing


Narrow gilded band glistens
as Sol slips away
sinking into the Pacific
envisioning I am there now
watching thundering waves crash
while slim legged sand pipers
run to and fro dipping their
long beaks into damp sand
gathering bit by tasty bit
then settling sated for the night

***

Deep vermilion red sun
sinks into ruffled neon pink duvet
  smoke bombers hum safely home


It's hard to remember
was it night was it day
when tragedy struck
and my muse slipped away
seeing words in the ether
reaching out in delight
only never to catch them
they slip out of sight
no longer can I tell you
about things that I find
like soft satiny layers
setting sun left behind
how that huge bloodred orb
tangled up in the pines
suddenly broke free again
slipping out of my sight
evening sky is now changing
soft pastels in smudged hues
lavender apricot soft tender blue
first crickets start chirping
breeze plays with my hair
faint scent of smoke drifts in
on the soft balmy night air
hoping I'll find her in a day
maybe two so I can once again
share all these wonders with you


It's early morning at the cusp of dawn
nature wakens now rising sun paints
pearly sky with subtle shades of apricot
sitting here in near silence gazing
into the magic grove I breathe deeply
nearly tasting the cool damp forest air
watching as first rays of sun appear
sending their long searching fingers
into the lush green twilight below
ruffling the heads of countless ferns
growing snug at the base of giants
then illuminating vibrant azalea
offering their lush riches to all
Stellar jays wake now calling out
shattering the morning stillness
soon chipmunks will scurry high
up the giant's trunks scampering
into the towering canopy in search
of breakfast maybe nibbling tiny
cones clinging to ancient branches
diaphoneous veils of lingering
fog slowly lift then vanish suddenly
though the redwoods are hours away
life is blessed by this virtual
ancient grove growing in my quiet space
breathing peace into each dawning day
at a distant rooster's call.....I rise


Late summer roses
offering their glorious faces
to the setting sun


Gathering the harvest
Grosbeak gracefully en pointe
Grasses offer themselves
Graciously giving nourishment
Generosity of nature inspires
Grateful to have captured the moment


Solstice crescents
painted upon a leaf
celestial artist's work
cleverly hidden moon shadows


Raucous voices
shatter twilight peace
woodpeckers overhead
like overtired children
refusing to settle down
instead their mad laughter
echoes through the canyon
as they fly erratically
from tree to tree as if
playing catch me if you can...


Thursday, July 6, 2017

JULY 2017


Where did the time go
flying by ever so swiftly
seems only yesterday
our eagles returned again
now their eaglet sits
proudly on nest's edge
nearly fledged ready to fly
under a parent's watchful eye
proud symbol of this land
delighted we watch yet
fear for the future of all
wild things now under siege
surely this does not feel 
as if America is being made
great again rather it feels 
as if all good kind things
are under constant attack now
our spirits cannot soar 
when even sweet moments 
taste bitter with sad thoughts


Here in the valley we boil
in our own skins once again
but high up in the mountains
there lie cool lakes where
wavelets lap gently onshore
just thinking of dipping 
my toes into the cool blue
brings blessed relief 
then I open the door
step outside quickly engulfed 
such heat where even breathing
scorches my lungs as if
dragons are battling nearby
my eyes feel as if sand
settled under my eyelids
scratching scraping burning
turning quickly I open the
door behind me saved again
by the image of that lake
just in the nick of time....



Now she rises high above
her pale face embroidered
magically in oak leaves
watering under her watchful eye
following me from pot to pot
bats swoop low zig zagging
through the heavy velvet folds
of this sultry hot night
soon the shrill voice of cicada
will rend the still night
for now only the occasional
chirp of drowsy birds 
rustling in their roost
break this night's stillness
night gardening now done
one last glimpse at Luna
opening the door I am 
enfolded in the crisp coolness
of the house where tired
dogs collapse cheerfully panting 
we're all ready for bed.....


 Remembering Lisa
***
Gracious gifts
flew across the land
creative efforts
of one deeply loved
but gone too soon
found a new home
in my creative space
memories of one deeply
loved and in tune
with all of nature
may these gifts given
remind us all
of the infinity of love
and the generosity
of one who lost so much
yet took the time
to share her treasures


***


Walks in the park with auntie
we would sit in the sun
she would fashion daisy chains
thus crowning me like a princess
grandma sewing a sweet little dress
lady bugs for buttons fluffy skirts
for special occasions only
otherwise the clothing was dull
in postwar east block Germany
walking with grandpa to the store
sometimes to his favorite pub
secret kept from grandma of course
playing in the sandbox with
a neighbor's daughter in the gray
paved courtyard of the big
apartment building cratered with
bullet holes on it's solemn face
blissfully unaware that playing
in the ruins was not a normal thing
sneaking lumps of dried powered milk
from the large chest someone kept
evidently delicious at the time
the smell of it nauseates me now
my dolly with the china head
who had to go to doll hospital
when she fell and broke her head
grandma cooked on a wood burning stove
my Saturday bath's were taken
in a pull out dish sink in the kitchen
the toilets were one floor down
iceboxes cooled with blocks of ice
as time stood still when the guns
were silenced in that forgotten land
feeling loved and secure for 6 years
then that strange day in the train station
grandma firmly holding my hand
watching the steaming monster engine
enter the station roaring puffing
that was the last time I saw
what I thought was my only family
until I was thirteen on a brief visit
with my uncle who had married my
sweet auntie when she fled to the West
we brought treats hard to find
in the still grim grumbling east block
nothing had changed there only the sweet
connection to my early family
how they must have suffered at the loss
as did I in a world changed forever
that last day at the train station
it was for my own good they said
otherwise I'd be fluent in Russian now
like Frau Merkel instead of English
sharing with you this small bit of ancient history


Luna's being playful tonight
mischievous Cheshire cat smile
rises into the evening sky

***

Morning Performance
***
Step right up step right up
the Flying Squirrelinis
have arrived in the arena
daredevil leaps from tree to tree
without safety nets no less
lighting quick amazing stunts
snout to tail tail to snout
flashes of gray twitchy tails
this morning's performance was
outstanding leaving us grinning
mighty acrobats spend at last
sitting in the feeders eagerly
nibbling fat sunflower seeds
tiny hands grasping each seed
shiny eyes like black pearls
darting here and there
peel spit peel spit peel spit


 Impressive cover of a magical book
while bidding me welcome
stern eyes of it's guardian
say otherwise is this a challenge
do I dare open this tome
resting dragonfly promises change
wisdom transformation even light
promises adaptability as well
is this the message of the book
even before writing upon it's
pages I feel a faint stirring of
hope a feeling that from chaos
might well rise transformation
turning all that is evil to good
dipping my pen into the well
of good intentions words hurry
across the first thick pages
focused filled with rising hope
conjuring weaving a magic spell
envisioning a happy end for us all


***


To the east huge Sol rises
glaring blood red at first
he ascends the smoky layers
laying heavy on the horizon
his presence is not welcomed
with open arms but rather fear
for we know he shows no mercy
scorching all with his hot gaze
upon the thirsty parched earth
swiftly drying out creek beds
tormenting beasts in the field
shriveling the tender buds
now we watch his progress
in the heavens hoping night
will come soon given all respite


While most all the garden hibernates
enduring brutal midsummer heat
brave crape myrtle joyfully explodes

Saturday, June 3, 2017

JUNE 2017



Scented June evening
last bees sip with first moths
drunk on Linden blossoms
green pyramid's blooming branches reach 
up into the soft blue sky worshiping Luna


Evening arrives quietly
Sol sinks away for the night
leaving behind glowing embers
first cooling breezes stir the leaves
hot day slowly slips into blissful night


Roots sunk deep
into dry rocky California soil
yet sturdy branches
tell of such strength
tell of rugged determination
tell of thriving against all odds
looking up into the canopy of the mighty oak
Luna's bright eye peering down on me as if asking
"Do you have what it takes to thrive where you're planted?"


Ode to a Daylily
***
Delicate droplets sparkle
gold heart gazes up into the gray
velvet shades of vermilion
forgotten are hot days of May
looking lush as an empress
regally dressed for the ball
savoring delicious cool June day
not minding the drizzle at all
now and then a small gust
starts her swaying she's waltzing
to nature's sweet tune
how lovely that I have found her
it wasn't a moment too soon
for the empress will close up
her finery dying gently
before the next day of June


Walking the dogs between showers
taking a small detour
she beckoned me with slim fingers
eager to tell me her secrets
or just eager to bare her sweet heart

***

Strawberry Moon
veiled by clouds
yearning for one bite


Strawberry Moon
delectable sphere
lunalicious


Bruised evening sky
painful metaphor for the
state of our nation


Delicious tropical sunset
another sizzling hot day
no relief in sight

***

Sometimes we feel
as if we live on an island
way up here in the north
stronghold of conservatives
our scary liberal views
isolating us from others
who feel those refusing
to fall into step with them
are less than patriotic
are silly really in our panic
our worries for the earth
our worries for our country
our worries for the less fortunate
often pushed aside or seen as weak
our "leadership" is sorely lacking
instead encouraging isolation
of the rising voices of reason
ridiculing our valid concerns
painting us to be the enemy
one vicious midnight tweet at a time


Sitting up for some time
tiny gray hands firmly grasping
delectable Sunflower seeds
gray squirrel decided he was
in dire need of a siesta
after this most delicious feast
so he tidied his long whiskers
looked around making sure
no sneaky cats were about
then plop down he went
melting into the shadows
shiny eyes regarded me
with solemn curiosity
realizing no one coveted
his shady spot he
snoozed on....



Buddha's watchful third eye
smiles down upon
boy monk who has a secret
not up his sleeve
but in the velvet folds
nearby his winged friend
Stella Luna sleeps her
day away peacefully
resting up after a busy
night's hunt beneath
a golden crescent moon
this today was my happy
moment of Zen..little brown bat


***



This makes me happy today
such openhearted beauty shining
with depth and richness
flamboyant bright ruffles
bring to mind Flamenco dancers
clacking their heels and castanets
looking over their shoulders
fiery eyed flicking their shawls
twirling to the sound of a guitar


Sudden movement near the bird feeders
then gentle limpid pools gaze back at us
might we open the gate maybe she asks
without words this seemingly innocent being
hiding the fact that she is indeed
the one who ate the treats put out for her
then handily helped herself to our
tomato plant leaving only a sad stripped stem
now denuded of all leaves and fruit
then she nibbled the potato plants
finally munching day lily buds for dessert
before going in search of rosebuds
something especially coveted by her
she's back at long last and oddly enough
we seem to be rather delighted by her presence


And who might you be..asks Ming indignantly
hidden deep in the lush greenery
what strange creature are you
and what are you doing in my garden
do you not know that I am Queen
of all you see here..it's all mine
every tiny leaf every bug every flower
I am the Queen of Everything...be gone
suitably chastened the doe turns slowly
making her way to the garden gate
peering longingly into the secret garden
which also belongs to the cranky Queen
who stands guard nearby...daring her
defeated the doe makes her way back
down the hill suitable chastened...for now