Monday, August 1, 2016

AUGUST 2016

AWAKE AUGUST
2016

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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....


Speedy
Up creek
beep beepity beep
taunting poor Wiley Coyote
ROADRUNNER


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....


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 book...safe 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

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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

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Prompt: FRIENDSHIP
***
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.....

Sunday, June 5, 2016

JUNE 2016


Embroidering the sky
at the speed of light
swifts dive for their dinner
hurry night is falling
soon bats will unfurl leathery wings

***

Pondering the prompt it seems
perfection has yet alluded me in
sharing my thoughts on perfection
while one part of me seems to
lean toward perfection thus often
discarding creative efforts which
seem to be lacking in some way
imperfection really lives at
my very core if I am truthful
at times there is a mighty internal
battle perfection trying to
shove aside the imperfect yet do
they not both need their moment
in the sun the imperfect often
just as needed and wonderful
as the less than thankfully as I
age I can now clearly see that
perfection at all cost is not
what I need or want that I have
space for both in my life neither
driving me to distraction but
living in harmony with both sides
as they are taking turns with
neither ruling but allowing
precious time and space for both
in that I find perfect peace


While some might find
this charmer far from perfect
is he not a prince of imperfection
clammy lumpy wart covered skin
but look at those brilliant eyes..PERFECT!!


Vivid cerulean sky
polished clear by
fierce north winds
across dwindling small creek
Gaia's tawny thighs go on forever

***
Some years back opportunity knocked
cautiously she took her first steps
hands shaking just the tiniest bit
she decided the time for courage had
come thus allowing creativity to slip
in carefully placing her first words
in this new world wondering if she
should have done so alas it was too
late there they were for all to see
imagine her delight at discovering
others much like herself some polished
some raw beginners but together they
wove words into tapestries of poetry
writing from the heart of passing days
mindful moments difficult times happy times
they enfolded each other with words of
support words of gentle encouragement
and in the end....that made all the difference


In a world so often dark and hopeless
tragedy after tragedy leaving us reeling
hurting and bewildered spirits crushed
all any of us can truly do is to remember
always that if we let our own light shine
when combined with the light of so many
others how can we not light up the world??

***

Prompt: What I like about myself
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The things I like about myself....
maybe the most important thing is that
even though I often see myself as deeply
flawed I continue to wake up each day
determined to do better to step into that
new day clearly seeing worth even in my
own self critical eyes to know that I hold
both strengths and weaknesses that live
side by side I like that I am open minded
curious creative delighted by nature I like
that I am deeply loyal and I like that I can
remember those good qualities even on days
when I am tempted to not like myself all
that well because I am being too impatient
too cranky too outspoken yet still I know
there is much in me to be liked and I like that!


Pellucid summer sky
alive with tumbling swifts
waxing half moon


Summer finds us once again
tall grasses are dry and brittle
walking to the creek
each step greeted with sharp clicks
grasshopper clouds landing everywhere 


Spun silk glamour
Luna rises nearly full
diaphanous prelude


Mid morning visit
with abandoned Big Boy
cautiously wagging his tail
this made us smile today



Sitting on the tailgate
talking about how we'll
give up and leave in ten
minutes time as Luna had
yet to show her face
cleverly hidden obscured
by drifting clouds when
suddenly no sooner had
the words left my lips
she appeared as if she'd
listened all along and was
merely teasing us this night
now making her grand entrance
first a glowing rosy sliver
appeared as if by magic then
she rose higher and higher we
followed her ascent grinning
foolishly...she made us smile last night


***


Her calming glow
balm for aching hearts
kindling peace


Filling cracked hearts
with golden memories
beauty of Kintsugi

***

Cool morning moon
from the creek bullfrog calls
red flag warning


Hotter weather ahead
in the small pond
wise toad settles in


Weeks ago we saw him for
the first time sitting
out in a pond home to geese
along a lonely stretch
of country road he was
with a partner then who
was no longer there when
we discovered him still
waiting patiently scared
alone lost so we started
feeding him talking to him
doing our best to gain his
trust until recently a collar
was slipped over his massive
head with my own hands his
eyes closed in relief a few
gentle words asking if he'd
like to come home than turning
slowly walking back to our
truck with him following along
like a lamb no leash needed
just that bond formed on hot
days while sitting together
now tethering us together
in our care he shines unfolds
showing what a good boy he
is and with his bliss we too
are filled to the brim with
thankfulness for the Universe
and so many caring thoughts
from around the globe making
it all happen..I never expected that