Wednesday, September 5, 2018


Eager eyes follow the finger
while quietly reading
in the sun dabbled garden
life doesn't get any better
blessed silence only broken 
by the hum of bees and birdsong
high up in a pale blue sky
red tail hawk calls again and again

Fire Season
Blurred burnished sky
those aren't tears
smoke got in my eyes

Flying along the winding road
monetesque scenery
flashes briefly past the window
who knew this outing would offer
such splendid artwork along the way

Late summer these green jaws
suddenly open wide
revealing delicate golden stars
unfurling from their throats
eager to bath in the warm autumn sun

We all look up at the same moon
why can we not look at each
other with peace in our hearts


Rising Mabon moon
caught in celestial webs
season's wheel turning
cool nights golden days
breathing in autumn serenity

Wednesday, August 1, 2018


Marauders have arrived
strangely enough we welcome 
them with open arms
flocks of birds sing and peck
squirrels scurry about
today Mom and babe
arrived a most welcome sight
though to be honest we swiftly
closed some of the garden gates
lest all our watering was in vain
thus far violets and wild geraniums
have fallen to their hunger
as well as nibbling of small trees
had to have a chat with Mom
about stripping that nibbling our
Japanese Maple she looked afronted
bringing out heavy ammo a second
babe appeared making me feel mean
good grief she's feeding twins
how can we deny their hunger???

One dainty hoof at a time
appearing out of the smoke
sustenance needed threefold

A certain slant of light
illuminates delicate beauty
frothy diaphanous skirts
lovely memory of the spring garden
now resting under a pall of smoke and heat


I am a bridge builder by nature
while my passions and temper can
flare burning very hot in a moment
of severe upset still rarely
do I feel the need to burn bridges
for how do I know where my road
will lead me to on life's journey
what if there is a dead end ahead
requiring me to turn around
crossing the very bridge I thought
never needed crossing again more
than once in my life's journey
then a sudden strange turn requires
just that retracing my steps
maybe my appreciating bridges
doing my best to keep them in good
working order means I am extra
cautious by just never know

Crossing this bridge in the mountains
built to span a seasonal creek
how were we to know it might be not only
our first but also our last time crossing
these sturdy timbers for surely this
bridge has burned it would require
a miracle to have survived our dreadful
Whiskeytown fire which still gnaws
its way slowly through steep canyons
even as I share these very words with you

Even a half moon
afloat in ink
can make me swoon

Tainted by fire's fury
rising through veils of smoke
amidst a flurry of ash

When everything feels
hopeless step outside
take deep breaths
inhale exhale inhale exhale
when calm finds you
wander the winding paths
in search of beauty
immerse yourself in nature
until you feel her peace
soothing balm for the soul
that's my sage advice for today

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

JULY 2018

Sol now slowly slips 
into a red gold liquid 
amber haze smoke tinged
by fires hours away
today's mood has changed
fierce heat has a soft
edge to it tawny lion gold
valley lies as if autumn
hovers near though we know
months of high summer are
ahead of us for today we'll
savor this short reprieve
sweet promise of cooler
seasons to come much later
in the year of course
for now we are welcoming 
this sudden sweet mellowness 
our gratitude ripens
along with the first blushing plums

Red orb entangled
deep eerie fierce glow
blood orange sky

Waking slowly....acrid taste
of smoke bitter on the tongue
Sol rises swathed in smokey robes
fierce fire god's eye surveying
all below as if searching for fuel
defiantly I turn the sprinklers on
for just a short while leaving
our green oasis protected by water
hummingbird dances pirouettes
among the dripping leaves..morning bath

Chiffon tutus
dancing in the breeze
floral ballet

Technicolor sunset
right overhead
first bat's nightflight

Lush silken fabric
woven on the heavens
rare celestial gift

Deep carmine heart
center of it's universe
delightful stamens
fragile petals radiate outward
stretching roseate wings into the world
sharing her subtle beauty for just one day



Describe one item in your bathroom

Suspended on a translucent string
turning in the lightest breeze
small sea urchin shell spill tendrils
of spanish moss from it's belly
giving the illusion of a landborn
jelly fish floating on thin air
pale green-gray moss turns a darker
livelier shade of green in the humidity
of the shower or from an occasional
fine misty spray keeping it alive
lovely bit of beauty among the much
more mundane items on the surface below

Cheerful group of late hatchlings appeared
speckled cotton balls on toothpick legs
undulating like a wave between their
parents who are on high alert Mom leading
Dad bringing up the rear watching for danger
some chicks hatched earlier this year
already nearly adult size making these
latecomers look tiny beyond belief
already the wee ones are pecking and
scratching eagerly in the dirt under the
watchful eye of their proud parents
Ming is on lockdown after scattering
their tiny ones all over the ivy patch
Richard was scolded and chased trying
to get to the frontporch while baby
roundup was under finally
safely gathered making their way swiftly
to the back of the property for a nap
after this high adventure in the garden
late this afternoon Mom and chicks
appeared from under a pile of cutoffs
stacked securely for that very purpose
Dad watching quietly in the Manzanita
squirrel made the mistake of wanting
to meet the chicks...Dad made short
work of that sending squirrel on his way
muttering to himself fluffy tail flicking
but scrambling quickly up the nearest pine




I've barely scratched the surface
of adjusting to this new reality
aging limbs now throbbing and worn

I've barely scratched the surface
of this once slim and lithe body
now trapped in a larger vessel

I've barely scratched the surface
of this new journey into the unknown
traveling at an alarming speed

I've barely scratched the surface
of getting to know this new me
carefully tasting the waters of age

I've barely scratched the surface
of embracing and being at peace
with this new to me landscape

I've barely scratched the surface
of combining my inner youth
with my outer shell defying me

I've barely scratched the surface
of battling this new foe
trying to slow me down...hey, not so fast!!!

Perched on the shady side
woodpecker awaits the cooling stream
preening in sprinkler's path
enjoying amenities offered by the keeper
of the magic faucet which releases the gift

Tranquil still life
welcome oasis only moments ago
teaming with guests


I was sleeping slowly slipping into the strangest dream
leaving the earth's atmosphere in an unusal airplane
headed for the moon I bet as it comes every nearer
maybe I am going to leave a bare footprint on that dusty
planet though really I'd rather think of Luna as a glowing
goddess looking down on us spilling her radiant rays
but this is a dream after all nothing is ever the same
in that strange land if you know what I mean because
while flying through the dark singing space a school of
odd fish swam by their iridenscent scales glittering
blowling bubbles that drifted endlessly on sky currents
now and then a falling star streaked past me hissing
using my hand I follow it's trail until it disappears
suddenly a gray leathery face appears huge dark eyes
studying me carefully as if contemplating my fate
I knew I should have looked over my shoulder making
sure I wasn't being followed by aliens while on this
lunar adventure but suddenly he smiles and disappears
oddly enough I feel kind of sad and bereft just think
of all the knowledge I might have been allowed to gather
that's the way it is with dreams though isn't it 
they often leave you confused wondering what it all means

Rose gold enchantress
forged by fire
Lady Luna rises
balm for scorched souls
may her light bring blessings

Looking out the window
I can't believe my eyes
our world shrouded in smoke

In Praise of Honeybees
Arriving just after sunrise
determined to gather
all the nectar they can carry
forgetting the fires
I follow them to the source
flowers just waking to the sun
I can't believe how
determined they tackle the task
searching each blossom
looking for entry often
wiggling with determination
until making their way deep
into the hearts of blossoms
barely opened as of yet
such beauty such a blessing
I can't believe how lucky
we are to host these precious bees

Saturday, June 2, 2018

JUNE 2018

Wild child
cavorts in the sky
joyful game of hide and seek


My most favorite pillow
travels with me far and wide
it's fluffy interior life
fits my head perfectly
adjusts itself to the shape
of my often aching neck
no other pillow would do
inside of it's heart nestles
a small sachet of lavender
scrunching my pillow causes
it to release dreamy clouds
of fragrant relaxing bliss
cradling me through both
good dreams and bad alike
it's my portal to home
even when I far far away
across the deepest dark ocean
it tethers me connects me
to these now more familiar shores


There is another special pillow in my life
filled with flaxseed and lavender
heated in the microwave for a few minutes
it soon emits a subtle tasty scent
along with warm cozy waves of heat
perfect for those cold winter nights
when frozen icicle toes yearn for
it's cozy shape tucked under the cover
one can almost hear them sigh
as they snuggle deep into it's warm heart
their own portal to warm and toasty bliss
assuring me of a sound night's sleep as well


High up in an azure sky
icy lace veils drift
shape shifting draperies
embroidered in angels
sometimes demons then strange
wondrous mystic creatures
while down below on earth
heat shimmers over distant
golden hills spring's verdant
splendour now just a cool memory

Looking at a bee's behind
peacefully loading her tank
no need to fear her sting

Humming a song of gratitude
bees swarm small Tilia
night time scent intoxicates

Isn't she just perfect
in her imperfection
that lush velvety skirt

Some days seem like dark caves
where hope grows dim
even in a writer's heart
words suddenly fail us
refusing to spill forth
sometimes our fellow
writers can be that much
needed guiding light
their insight and support
shining a bright light
into that dark cave until
vague ideas are illuminated
ready to emerge out into the sun


Maybe it's that too many
live in the lap of luxury
therefore finding it easy
to push aside thoughts of
all the wrongs in our world
because after all these
aren't their people are they
these are the "OTHER"
those brown ones those illegal
"criminal" ones trying to take
away....what exactly or do
they even know maybe they are
just repeating talking points
pounded into their heads
by propaganda media sources
fearing that "THEY" are coming
for our full laps already filled
with plenty asking for just
some crumbs from our full tables
and laps some compassion while
just trying to save their children
and themselves from suffering
possibly even certain death
while we too are blessed with
much somehow thinking of those
with so little fleeing for
their lives sits heavy on our
souls and that's how it should be
after all we should be outraged
we should feel shame as children
are torn from their parents arms
their punishment for seeking safety

He was our special boy
gone too long now
King Tut was his name
he came to us from a rather
unsuitable uncaring place
to rest in the lap of luxury
enriching our lives with
his loving charming personality
he danced the Mambo his
whole body alive with wiggling joy
our forever Mambo King still lives
on in our hearts how could we forget
even thinking of him now makes me smile

vanilla custard
stars piled high
humming bees gather nectar

Abstract shadow play
created by the rising sun
Solstice morning

Red hot and golden
Firedrake blazing in the heat
Solstice Blessings

Oh tell do we turn the tide
of tension and division
how can we change the hateful dialog

Oh tell do we turn the tide
of brother hating brother
of sisters even friends battling

Oh tell do we turn the tide
against those who care not
those who sold their souls without shame

Oh tell do we turn the tide
remembering how it should be
all of us united standing together as one

Luna sweeps onto the stage
wearing heavenly lace
lush black filigree on ecru
why do I never grow tired of
capturing and writing about her...don't you?

If you look at Luna
long enough
she seems alive
almost as if breathing
you probably think I am a Lunatic

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

MAY 2018

May morning
sun spilling gold
bees stroke
blossoms eagerly
gathering pollen
extracting nectar
these delicate wings 
carry their sweet bounty 
home to the waiting hive

Waterfall of color
Nature's May Day Celebration
fragrant tsunami

wizard's pet
basking on log
watching with hooded eyes

Be still for just a moment
let me capture your delicate beauty
before you flit away again
let us now follow your shadow
dabbling our path leading the way
then up and up you drift
up into the deepest blue sky
sailing away on the balmy current


Is this not the most precious thing
we can give one another
yet it is of course wrought with anxiety
will our gift be welcomed
will we be understood or does it
merely make us more vulnerable
now that someone else holds secrets
once belonging to only ourself
yet holding our hearts shut tight
like a bud refusing to unfurl
how can we embrace each other fully
honestly and with true acceptance
thus laying the path for openess
toward everyone around us all while
knowing just how hard it can be
to be open and all embracing
in the face of things so very foreign
strange beliefs we cannot fathom
unkindnesses more often than kindness
how do we open our tender hearts
when we might well risk everything
when we are asked to accept even
that which is unacceptable to us

Lately inspiration has shunned me
really don't know why
this ennui has settled in my heart
maybe I was never a writer
after all unable to set down words
without the back and forth
close connection to fellow writers
working alone doesn't seem to
suit me but here's hoping it's just
writers block and nothing worse
maybe looking into the lush heart
of such splendid natural beauty will
awaken my missing muse again
allowing me to feel inspired enough
to write my heart out regardless
of circumstance and prodding
writing just for me myself and I

Unblinking she gazes at me
eye to eye we meet
admiring her sineous beauty
those elegant stripes
reclining in the little pool
slithery bathing beauty
muscles undulating she exits
her subtly rounded middle 
indicate that breakfast 
had already been savored 
this was an after breakfast dip

Across the creek
there's romance in the air
tempers are frayed
tailfeathers displayed
serious gobbling ensues
over who rules here
meanwhile their hens pay
little mind to it all
just quietly pecking
searching for tasty morsels
maybe later on they
will allow some liberties
for now it's just much ado
about nothing let them gobble
let them preen and prance
this is not the first time
the ladies have seen this dance

Full Flower Moon
rising in the east
exquisite Ikebana

As if capturing moonlight
luminescent faces
gleam with full moon magic