Thursday, September 1, 2016


For Lisa
Sweet Dove
flying free 
escaping pain
Sweet Dove
rising up high on
angel wings
Sweet Dove
her loving legacy
will live on

Pale Celestite blue
maybe angels
leave bluebird feathers

September Eve
landscape subtly aglow
dripping honey

Gathering stones
collecting feathers
mindful moments

And then, just like that...
wings slowly opened
even busy bees seemed
to pause briefly surely
astounded by Painted Lady's
hidden beauty revealed

Under the early morning sun
Friar Tuck smiles serenely
receiving the celestial blessing

PROMPT: What three things will you save in
an emergency such as fire or flood. This
after all the sentient, beloved beings in your life
are safe and sound?
If all else were safe
what on earth
are the most precious
three things
to carry away as well
thought the pack rat
as she scratched her
head looking around
in despair her books
too many to carry
just the thought of
their loss makes
her feel slightly ill
photos oh yes
newly created art
but of course
but in the end
too many treasures
no way to decide
maybe in the end
it will be just her
sanity her serenity
her hope for the
future after losing
so many treasures
gathered over a lifetime...

 August 1997-September 2016

Today Death entered our home
not eagerly awaited
yet invited all the same
for did we not ask the Universe
to spare dear Molly cat
that last trip in the hated
carrier only to be laid
out on a frigid metal table
suffering last indignities
instead he took her doing
our bidding on our terms
while she laid peacefully
in her warm cozy bed
surrounded by love and
familiar voices urging her
to slip away run across
the rainbow bridge taking
with her love and greetings
to all those gone before
once more she'll be well
joyfully playing in the sun
reunited with her siblings
of whom she was the last one....


For nineteen years
she graced the foot of my bed
tonight no small face looked up at me
hot tears slip down my face mourning her loss
even her outraged cries at slow service will be missed.....

Hot Indian Summer afternoon
droning with furry honeybees
Alyssum's sweet temptation

Higher and higher
they rise on wide wings
we too yearn to fly
leaving earthly worries behind
just soaring on the hot current


I am so privileged
that despite frustrations
worries and challenges
still my life is blessed
in so many many ways
sometimes I have to remind
myself of that and give thanks
rather then whine and mope
when so much of the world is
suffering painfully in many
ways hunger wars homelessness
I am so very privileged
counting my blessings daily
while scrolling and seeing
horrors pain and suffering
viewed here yet so far away
feeling totally helpless
empathy is all I can offer
but it's not enough....

Autumn Moon
Not quite full yet
still she dominates
tonight's night sky
rising high swathed in
delicate layers kissed
by flames slowly ascending
her face now glowing golden
illuminating this deliciously
cool crisp night as the wheel
of seasons slowly turns toward autumn....

September creek
shimmering at sunset
mirror of beauty

Early morning beauty
gladdens my heart
sweet buzzing of bees

Monday, August 1, 2016




Small fragrant white stars
kumquats in bloom
acorns are tumbling down

Late summer sun
illuminates spent leaves
autumn is coming

Brindle coated
fierce warrior
curled up tightly
snug as a babe
small bed barely
able to contain
all of him his
power at rest
blissfully sleeping
so thankful that
we're home again
attachment unavailable
not available...we're hooked


Mindfully stirring
adding much love
fresh doggy ice cream

Iridescent squadron descends
frantic high pitched squabbling
aerial battles ensue slowly peace
returns as tiny bubbles rise up
charming gluttons now feeding
savoring their Hummingbird breakfast

Delicate slender sliver
slowly sinks out of sight
apricot crescent moon

The Dove
Arriving on angel wings
she lands elegantly
bright black eyes
alert now cautiously 
making her way down
one branch at a time
settling on the rim 
sipping daintily sip
after delicious sip
then rising once more
up into a cerulean
blue sky leaving behind
one pearl gray feather 
celestial thank you?

Sparkling droplets of water
arching above the creek
Bear is snorkeling his
tail wagging cheerfully
looking for little fishes
he comes up empty yet again
minnows and tadpoles safe
from his eager workings
coming up for air his huge
cheerful grin...priceless

Bear's joyful morning splashing
now sends a shiver down our spines
is the mountain lion watching
from someplace high above us
or is he curled up resting in a
cool spot waiting for dusk to
roam once more keeping our
neighborhood awake and on edge
please for everyone's safety
including your own...MOVE ON, PUMA!!

Golden star
golden petals
golden stamens
such rich bounty
offers Desert Star
along the rock strewn creek
no nugget of gold yet treasured


Prompt: The meaning behind the meaning
When words are wielded like weapons
often there is a meaning behind
the meaning and while they do not
score the flesh making one bleed
they wound deeply leaving scars
on sensitive tender hearts often
hidden behind a mask of strength
leaving the battle field swiftly
avoiding more pain not cowardly
but brave moving toward peace again


Summertime's hard labor
this endless watering
rewarded by delicious
cool mud caressing bare
feet suddenly my toes
are curling in delight
summertime pleasures

Dainty pale blue blossoms
innocently gazing up at me
all the while grasping greedily
with bright green sticky fingers
even my hair is not safe from
Plumbago's coveting reach


 Afternoon silence
broken only
by gentle snores
one of our dogs
resting at my feet
there is bliss in this

On certain nights
Luna enters the stage
not alone but with a
cast of characters
two nights ago this
Genie popped up curling
undulating surely bowing
as if awaiting Luna's request
eager to fulfill her every wish


Sitting at the creek
watching Bear splashing
tail wagging cheerfully
searching the waters
high above red tail
hawk cries out shrilly
to his mate even a pair
of blue heron joined us
making us wonder what message
did they bring us this day??

As night falls softly
cricket orchestra
tunes up for the night......

Where did you come from little one
such an endearing tiny face
sprouting from a chubby succulent

Even Luna's bright light
cannot dim his fiery trail
swift meteor streaks by

Peering through oak branches
waxing Luna smiles
little brown bat flaps by
warm summer night
filled with cricket song....

Wooden Owl's crystal eyes
channel light into the glade
splashing the walls with rainbows


Lovely lush Larimar
delectable colors
like the Caribbean Sea
now adorn my neck
mermaid dress a perfect
backdrop for this beauty
from a sea I often yearn for....

Gilded Bear
knee deep in water
blissing out
with the fishes

Morning rebellion
like a teenager
testing his  limits
until we start
up the truck....mad dash


I see my masked man
through rose colored glasses
evening light is tinted with smoke

She rose from the smoke
her face nearly scarlet
reminder of all that's
lost our forests burn
precious lives cut short
homes up in smoke still
her beauty shines she rises
and sets no matter the state
of our world she blesses dark
nights with bright rays of comfort


Papery rustle of Cottonwood trees
sun rays twinkle on the creek
high above lone Red Tail Hawk
calls out loudly......Good Morning


So many mindful offerings
loving them all
too many to savor each one
loving the care
in which they are shared here
to brighten our days...Thank you!

This romantic landscape
speaks of a time long
ago surely it tells of
smugglers silently making
their way back home narrow
paths lit by just such a
golden smuggler's moon
or maybe just maybe I have
read one too many of
Daphne Du Maurier's novels??

Rose tinted sky
in the distance
deep humming of
smoke bombers on
their way home
so very thankful
for the valor
of all fighting
this great fight
dousing the flames
risking so much
trying to save
our burning state

Early morning at the creek
egrets gather savoring breakfast
our creek is slowly shrinking
it's an all you can eat buffet


Daily practice
sharpens the mind
until once again
words flow freely

Over my right shoulder
on vivid green walls
photos of furry ones who
called this space home
once upon a time
keep their presence near
where my chair and desk
rests a bunk bed once stood
the top their bed on the
bottom the feeding station
and small water fountain
fond memories arise of our
then young granddaughter
sleeping in the bunk bed
covered with cats purring
her sweet young face
smiling from ear to ear
it seems only yesterday
yet now so long ago....

Up creek
beep beepity beep
taunting poor Wiley Coyote

Even in death
a thing of beauty
iridescent dragonfly
drifts past on the creek
legs folded as if praying


Late summer fruit
delicately spiced
apple pear crumble
kissed with rosy peach
rich scent in the air
early promise of autumn

In the cool of the night
bathed in Luna's pale light
wise woman reaches
up to the sky seeking
blessings and power
this late midnight hour
her creed..harm none blessed be

White magic now rises
high up into the sky
such magic is healing
the old ones knew why
true spell filled with power
this late midnight hour
her creed..harm none blessed be

The forest stands silent
holding her close
her secret is safe here
no dark powers know
glowing bright with her power
this late midnight hour
her creed..harm none blessed be


Centennial oak
festooned with stars
nature's fairy lights glow
Midsummer Night's Dream

Down creek
dark shapes appear
making their way up
through the woodlands
our morning thus blessed
by a flock of wild turkeys
it had been too long we'd lost
hope of ever seeing them here again

Sitting perfectly still
suddenly a flash of color
now large wings open wide
flapping them repeatedly
thus revealing his presence
elegant elusive Green Heron
invisible no more...we see you!

Our big Bear
impressive in size
shooting star marks his chest
striking a pose calmly
claiming  infinite star appeal
sitting patiently yet his
eyes ask...can we play now??

Glowing red hearts
nodding in the green
lovely preview of autumn

Jubilant song
rises up into the air
Meadowlark serenade
loving each sublime note..

Fluttering down
winged Lemon Drops
sweet fluting voices
such delightful chatter
as they alight one by
one drinking deeply
relishing their turn
at the oval tin oasis

Do you ever see
figures in a tree
you glance up
and there she is
landlocked yet
as if in motion
on an ancient sea
galleon figurehead
riding the waves
pointing the way
or woodland goddess
choose wherever your
imagination takes you....

Savor each moment
with your loved ones

Monday, July 4, 2016

JULY 2016

Only moments ago sultry hot
summer night's peace briefly
broken but thundering hoofbeats 
still echo in the clearing on Firefly Mountain
beneath a full moon wolves howl after the dark horse

Luminous crescent
adorns the night sky
fairy-tale trees


Prompt: Howl at the Dark Horse

Last night it found me again
in my dreams a Night Mare
riding alongside me lathered
causing my own heart to beat
along with the hard drumming
of heavy hooves subconscious
worries submerged by day now
running wild at night as my
mind races along retrieving
what was or could come to be
feeling a howl burst from my
throat I wake my heart still
pounding echoing the hoofbeats
of the dark horse who finds
me rarely now groggy I reach
for the light which repels
the dark one my breath slows
reaching for a again

I know it's for the common good
still how love aches as our dear
little creek small fishes froglets
and all living creatures within
are scooped up by the big bucket
beneath a roaring chopper then
swiftly whirled away overhead
only to be spilled onto the flames
we're feeling blessed at being safe
billowing smoke now smothered
but how we love our small creek
with it's shining face sparkling
reflecting the blue sky above
filled with creatures calling it
home quietly living their small
lives beneath the shimmering ripples
until the shadow hovers overhead
how love aches knowing that nothing
and no one is ever truly safe...


Love aches
when hearts break
when families suffer
when children lose a parent
when it makes no sense at all 
when middle aged men chase their youth
when they throw away all the good in their lives
when we feel helpless as if watching a train wreck
when we know there's naught we can do but fiercely hope 
when even that hope is slowly dying on the road to no return


Ant Tales
So this morning started interesting. When scooping BBear's kibble out, it was found to
have been turned into an ant farm of sorts. Which was really not the best way to start
our day, truth be told. Richard had to head out to town to look into an overheating
problem with our little, old truck, so after dumping 50 lbs of kibble on the bow of
the boat, off he went. I was left to stand out in the sun, tackling the ant problem on
my own. Why the sun you ask? Well ants hate direct exposure to the sun and in order to
get them to close down shop in the kibble it had to be spread out all over the boat bow,
exposing their sleazy activities to the bright light of the sun causing a lot of them to
literally abandon ship and the rest to scurry down into the bigger mounts of kibble.
Now I've always kind of admired ants, they are so very industrious and really know how
to make teamwork benefit them. That said, I don't like them doing their thing in my stuff.
I did try to be as mindful as possibly, all while my blood was boiling, both from the heat
and the frustration of the morning thus far. I know they are real pests, still they
too just want to live, don't they? Who am I to destroy them wholesale, wage war on
them when all they wanted was a free meal? So I sorted and sorted, scooped and scooped
from the boat into a shallow pan. After that batch was declared to be ant-free I would
then dump it into the large bucket where the kibble was supposed to be in the first
place. But that's another story which I am not going to tackle as I am feeling nearly
peaceful at this point. Of course some of the ants weren't going peacefully at all.
They got quite upset and as I flicked them off the boat and kibble, some decided to
attack the enemy, that being me, by crawling up my legs and then visciously biting
me while I was dancing a mad jig trying to dislodge them. And yes, there was a body
count involved in that battle, because enough is enough. I am trying to disperse the
army with peaceful means, but when I get no thanks for that, the fight is on. Anyhow
at well over an hour finally the last scoop was dumped into the pet food bucket and
the casualities were brushed off the boat. Any who were badly maimed in the process
were swiftly dispatched as I hated to see them suffer despite the fact they made me
suffer. Of course within a half an hour of my finishing this thankless talks, my
dearly beloved arrived back home, fresh as a daisy saying that the truck had been
checked, but of course no one could tackle the job on short notice. That said, they
tested it thoroughly and while it is slated to get a new thermostat and a radiator
flush in the very near future, still it was deemed to be safe to tackle the trip
up to Mt.Lassen this evening to view Luna make her ascent from way up there. So I
guess that while the day started off on the wrong foot, we do have something to
look forward to in the end, fingers and toes crossed. As BBear spend the last
Full Moon with us, albeit from the safe distance of his then home in the culvert,
he will join us tonight to admire Luna from a different vantage point. But first
I need a nice, long nap.

In the midnight garden of my brain
still I relive the full moon night
where the air was redolent of sulphur
soon sweetened by breathing firs
where leathery bat wings beat in the
darkness and luminous moths briefly
blinked in and out of sight touched
by our headlights and above it all
she rose swiftly touching the land
with her magic leaving us breathless
momentarily hushed by her glamour
as skies turned plummy and luscious
deep silence broken only briefly by
sleepy peeps ...a nearby bird dreaming


It can bring joy
It can bring pain
It can lift you up
It can let you down
It is much needed
It is most wondrous
It is complicated
It is all of that and more.....