Wednesday, February 1, 2017

FEBRUARY 2017



Harbingers of spring
bravely lift delicate faces
pale winter sun


Wild emerald castle
beneath pale crescent moon
dancing commences
to the piper's sweet tune
dewdrops shimmer on gossamer wings
fairies are dancing while nightingale sings
in broad daylight there remains nary a sign
for the ball that was held here was all in my mind

***

A nudge in the right direction
finds us once again
seeking solace in nature
walking in a heavy mist
above us bare winter trees
reach into a heavy gray sky
bird nests are now revealed
as are their architects
huddled nearby feathers fluffed
against the damp cold
feet sink into moist grasses
lungs drink in eagerly
this delicious moist air
feeling the weight of the world
and all of it's many sorrows
slide slowly off our shoulders
down deep into Mother Earth
she who has seen it all
yet never gives up hope that
one day all will honor her again


Deep indigo velvet
glimpse of bright heavenly treasure
celestial jewels


This symbol of hope
resting patiently
we shall rise again


Hurrying along
shepherded by fierce winds
golden fleece


Rain drenched faces
held on slender stems
bright watery smiles


Happily humming
gathering sweet nectar
eye of the storm


Veil of winter
obscures golden rays
buttermilk sun

***

Pale face heavily veiled
captive of the storm
snow moon


Late last night
storm clouds parted
Luna's brilliance
adorned olive leaves
with minute diamonds
twinkling in the breeze

***

Out of the fog
mighty clash of titans
winter thunder


Rising slowly
high above the rushing creek
luscious Luna


Despite the flood
feathers glow with rainbow magic
he dives and thrives


All that remains
are keys to the heart
such tender love lost
yet in the books of time
are written chapters
sweet memories linger
maybe all is not lost
for love and precious
moments of joy surely
live on thus comforting
lost aching hearts
until once again the
wheel of time turns
reuniting loving souls
then once again
together for eternity...


All night pummeled
by fierce wind and rain
she rests her head
sighs as the sun kisses
her tenderly at long last
she knows she'll live
gracing yet another day



Surrounded by sisters
sweetly dancing in the breeze
spring is coming.....

Sunday, January 1, 2017

JANUARY 2017


Silently stalking
following the hunter's call
captured in my lens


As darkness falls
way up high in the pine
horned owl duet
one calls one answers
brief ruffle of feathers the hunt is on


Above the valley
like a broken tooth
gnawing the sky


So
majestic
vast power at rest
pristine white flanks
glisten dominating the valley

***

I thought Acceptance
would be my chosen word
for the year ahead
yet other words come
tumbling through asking
to be the special one
here comes Joy followed
by Tranquility pushed
aside by Focus maybe
I just have to  accept
that for now there
is more than one
calling attention to itself
possibly as the year
unfolds my focus
will be much clearer


On a rainy gray day
bright splashes of color
eagerly small feelers
spread out and connected
vivid colors now hummed
in colorful harmony
my heart sang out loud
gray day faded into
Fifty Shades of Joy


Under cover of darkness
tumbling down silently
crystalline stars


Across the creek
such mournful lowing
grazing snow cows

***

Soft thuds in the canyon
trees shrug ermine shoulders
quail's dainty dance


Fierce roaring dragon
on the rampage tears out trees
drags them downstream

***

Who would have thought.......
we'd still be here
in our fourth year
journeying together
gathering and trading stones???


Delicate veils
obscure then reveal
lunar ballet

***

Still struggling with acceptance
as the dreaded day draws ever nearer
how can we accept this fate


A world away serenity
overpowers interstate's roar
breathing in peace


***


Who would have thought
dark clouds would move on
revealing a dear face

***

High up in the clouds
deep humm of homebound plane
outrunning the storm

***

Robin Meditation

Out of the fog
they arrive in large flocks
robins are here

Jubilant robin's song
rises up from the canyon
berry harvest time

Sitting perfectly still
watching them come and go
heartbeat slows

***

Waking up in the dark
wind howls up the canyon
roaring like a freight train
tearing through the woodlands
trees rock and moan
house creaks and shudders
rain pelts windows
drums angrily on the roof
dark omen of things to come
or just a winter storm
you tell me........


Juvenile Bald Eagle
proud symbol of our country
these wings of hope
may they lift us up high
may hearts lighten- we'll fly again

***

Each day it's growing darker
the future's looking grim
all I can really think about
is who let these monsters in

Who turned their back on neighbors
who bought the evil lie
who thought we would be greater
if we let our citizens die

Who cannot see past color
who feels that lies are great
who thinks that lives don't matter
wake up it's growing late

They're taking all we've got
one order at a time
they're killing all the dreams
that made this land so fine

We only thrive together
united side by side
look into your inner mirror
make sure that you are right

Turn off the broadcast messages
that are keeping you in line
our country is worth fighting for
we haven't got much time..UNITE!!


Offering comfort
exquisite small world
exudes tranquility

Thursday, December 1, 2016

DECEMBER 2016


First of December
cold north wind
flurries of 
tumbling
leaves 
winter 
is 
c
   o
 m
   i
 n
   g


Knitting a cap
brilliant warm colors
so toasty


North wind teases
warm cap put to the test
toasty ears smile


Searching for light
in the gathering darkness
sunset's grace note

***

Wake of buzzards
embroiders red gold morning sky
tranquility


For Lisa
~
Slipping away
on angel wings
her light shines on


Cold nose day
spicy potsticker soup
rescue me


Just like a child
catching snowflakes on my tongue
winter wonderland



Winter Rose
bows her head
Snow King arrived suddenly
this morning her cheeks were rosy
his kiss might well be the kiss of death




***

Cafe au lait
golden milk laced
a votre sante


Luminous Luna
sails silently high above
roaring creek


***


Some days reflections
can almost
turn us upside down
leaving us
confused no longer
truly knowing
which side is
up

***
Wannabe emperor
instead of draining swamp
now crowns toadies

***
Gently cupping
her pale frozen face
winter rose


Winter is near
silently slipping
down over the ridge
draping diaphanous
veils blurring edges
swallowing trees
dampness kisses
cold upturned faces
droplets tremble
glisten on red berries
tis the season.....


***

Keening of trees
at storm's mercy
waving arms in vain
they now bow their heads
day shifted shapes
from pale whispering fog
to loud howling gales


Early Christmas gift
now adorns my wall
allow me to present
Professor Barnicus
Head Librarian

This sweet gift of love
received with love
husband couldn't wait
tradition of small
early gifts continues


 Sparkling with glitter
reading wishes from afar
Christmas joy


***


Little Blue
gone to town for surgery
just like us
feeling his age
too many truck birthdays


Head feathers bopping
they stream into the garden
California quail


Across the creek
now swallowed by thick fog
mournful bellow


Small moonlit world
captured in a gazing globe
optical enchantment


Indigo
illuminates sky
early morning gift
inked bare winter branches
Sunrise


Halycon days
linger gently
deep breaths
replenish
frantic holiday
pace slows down
winter sunset
so splendid
one feels like
submerging
simply retreating
to a quiet place
of utter glowing peace


Unexpected storm
leaves sky ablaze in color
evening gift

***

Christmas Morning
crescent moon tangled in branches
soft hoot of the owl

***

Walking the dogs
Bear races in circles
cold morning joy

***

Sparkling like diamonds
crisp frozen grass underfoot
exhaling...I am Ice Dragon


Pale crescent moon
sleeping fox dreams
toes twitching....he runs

***

Swiftly falling night
we hurry along country roads
illuminating bare trees


Thankful for the beauty
thankful for the trees
thankful for the lonely paths
bringing needed ease

Thankful for the vistas
thankful for the sky
thankful for the wonders
pleasing to the eye

Thankful for sweet  birdsong
thankful for the bees
thankful for all creatures
bringing needed peace

Thankful for our strong legs
thankful for the love
thankful for good company
blessings from above

Thankful we can walk here
thankful for eyes to see
thankful for Mother nature
feeling love and blessed be