Saturday, August 5, 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  

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

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's all mine
every tiny leaf every bug every flower
I am the Queen of 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

Sunday, May 7, 2017

MAY 2017

At long last
 flight finally over
gazing through the window
of this fast moving train 
feet now firmly back on earth
verdant land flashes by
drinking in the cool beauty
of this lush low land
reclaimed from the sea
it's windmills beckon
let the adventure begin

What strange orb is this
am I merely dreaming
or am I truly traveling
deep in this shiny globe
resting here silently
appearing otherworldly
I am not alone at least
for others too appear
then disappear again
in this most alien garden
of strange visual delights
I am traveling in space
without leaving earth
beam me up Scotty......

White frothy lace
entices with sweetness
bees sip gather fly
pollen laden to the hive
succulent olive blossom nectar

Luna rises serenely
on a cloud of scent
honeysuckle olive citrus
glow softly in her light
cricket song fills the air
rises into the night sky
all of nature celebrates
Flower Power Moon

Do you ever want
to dive deep into the scented
heart of a rose
soft velvet petals embrace you
feeling her soothing steady heartbeat

Today's small kindness made my heart sing
finding a wee mousie in my outdoor tub
sitting up eyes closed shaking like a leaf
trapped possibly for several days now
tiny paws crossed as if in prayer
I nearly missed her as I was focused
on a huge hairy wolfspider quite near her
swiftly getting a small fishing net
bringing the wee beastie to safety
then placing her near the little bridge
singing to her terms of endearment
her whiskers twitched tiny paws started
moving drops of water on her fur from
the sprinkler nearby to her tiny mouth
eyes still closed still trembling
she started nibbling violet leaves
bringing her birdseed she chose carefully
one fat sunflower seed now held tight
nibbling nibbling nibbling such bliss
both for wee hungry beastie and myself
I hummed to her terms of endearment
memories of childhood books about wee mice
living tiny lives in their tiny world
still held close in my smiling adult heart

This glowing heart
throbbing with life
fragrant memories

One small cozy cabin
nestled snug under the trees
seeing it so clearly in my mind's eye
such serenity...such bliss

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

APRIL 2017

Crescent moon rising
adrift on a cloud of scent
Wisteria moon

I make no promises
to resist such beauty
pure  perfection
perfect blossoms unfurl
luminous at twilight
like pale moons shimmering
spilling over the gate
together we look skyward
awaiting Luna's arrival
I make no promises
to resist her spell
knowing such promises
are meant to be broken
soon she'll be full
I shall fly up to meet her
that's a promise....

Sol's farewell
brilliant eye blinks briefly
cusp of the storm


Reeling under the weight of the world
at times it becomes too heavy to bear
images burn themselves onto my retina
helplessly covering my eyes in vain
this feeble attempt to unsee the seen
is this who we really are as a species
why can some carry the heavy burden
even cheer what they feel is right
while others must turn away in horror
feeble attempt to hang on to their sanity
are some more enlightened or merely
too finely tuned to bear witness
to the horrors
of a world

Three in the morning
embroidering a velvet night sky
planetary wonderland

Standing in the secret garden
my mind's music box plays
Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

MARCH 2017

Monochrome shadow
this brief perfect moment
between sips

Heavenly bodies
embroidered upon indigo sky
celestial poetry

Way out in the pasture
stealthy movement draws the eyes
he lifts his head
on alert...we see eye to eye
wily coyote cannot take safety for granted

Tonight it's dark
but last night she was afloat
in a bowl of custard
so golden and delectable
fetching a spoon came to mind

Now March has come
singing in their hearts
skirts unfurl
dancing merrily in the breeze
bright faces shine feeling the rhythm

He takes to the air
shrill call announces his presence
all is silent below
noisy chatter suddenly ceases
dark shadow drifts searching for dinner

What I wish they knew about me
is that beneath a lifetime of armor
build to appear brave and strong
there beats a heart broken
more than once over the decades
there beats a tender heart
not always visible to the world
there beats a heart aching
over the injustices in our world
there beats a heart for nature
which can often move me to tears
just the sheer beauty of it
and sometimes the cruelty of it
what I wish they knew about me
is that while I can seem very
loud and intimidating at times
deep inside there still lives
an inner child who is playful
who was broken who still needs
acceptance and understanding
who can be uncertain and insecure
despite what my outer self says
there beats a heart needing safety
in a sometimes unsafe world
that's what I wish they knew about me


What I wish they didn't know about me
it's that I can be stubborn
because sadly that is a German trait
it's that I am too impatient
because that too is a German trait
it's that I have a temper
not sure if it's my  German or
drop of French blood to blame
it's that I like to be right
but thankfully I don't have to be
it is that I made a life time
of mistakes some I can't forgive
myself for...others I paid for
it's that I often procrastinate
though in the end I do what needs doing
it's that I am scarily passionate
when it comes to wrongs done
when it comes to bad people
when it comes to politicians
when it comes to acts of violence
when it comes to animal abusers
what I wish they didn't know about me
is that this list could go on and on....

Diving deep
into this vibrant heart
flower power

Bright earthbound sun
never burning these brilliant
rays bring only joy

What you don't know about me
is that I am a daydreamer
even doing mundane chores
can set my mind to wandering
as I pinned up these tea towels
the fact that they are
seasoned world travelers
came to my drifting mind
these towels hold memories
of my one and only..thus far
trip to the sceptred isles
often traveled in my mind
as I turned the pages of books
in my most favorite reading spots
over many years a land I thought
to never see with my own eyes yet
here it was finally under my feet
alas time was much too short
surely you know how time flies
when you really want it to stand still
or at the very least slow to a crawl
as these colorful tea towels hang on
my laundry line far from their home
they now take me back I am traveling
along narrow roads bordered by lush
blooming hedgerows trilling with
birdsong humming with many bees
they take me back to Dorset where
a most delightful time was had
being shown around where the bulk
of the Isle of Wight sat offshore
peopled with lovely friends I did not
know back then where Lulworth Cove
sparkled in the sun where jubilee banners
snapped in a delightful breeze as we
sat near the water eating fresh fish
but enough day dreaming....there are
yet other chores to tackle today
still it was lovely to go back for
just a little while to beautiful Dorset

She's not quite full
yet already her milky light
transforms the garden
we saw her coming home
rising in a pale blue sky
growing bright as the gloaming
settled on the vast land
just after dark oak fingers
briefly captured her
slipping their grip she rose
up into the indigo sky
oh precious luminescent pearl
you enchant me again and again

Twinkle, twinkle evening star
looking lovely shining far
making wishes we look to you
hoping that they might come true
wishing for respite from earthly pain
hoping all searching will meet again
celestial magic hear my plea
let comfort find them
so mote it be

Childhood memory
blooms in my garden
keys to heaven
carefully bending down
in lush meadows gathering bunches

Bright charming face
all aglow in the sun
sublime simplicity

Twilight gently settled
frog courting songs echoed
through the wide canyon
trees shimmered with droplets
while across the creek
heavy mists crept along
draping familiar green curves
in diaphanous swaths of silk
all was eerily beautiful
as if enchanted by earth magic
night arrived swiftly
on the wings of diving bats
sighing deeply we turned
walking back to the house
where a warm fire was waiting
listening to the crackle
clear images lingered of the
enchanted twilight kingdom
just across the rushing creek

Warm breath of spring
all aglow with color
in dappled shadows
mysterious humming is heard
portly musician appears
moving from flower to flower
his translucent wings instrumental
in playing his gathering song
flight of the Bumble Bee

Life is short
kick up your heels
live in this moment of joy
you only live it up!


Skeletons in the closet
they're in there for a reason
no need dragging them out
dusting the old heaps off
just to have them dance around
clattering their annoying bones
spilling their guts to all
telling their sad dark secrets
that door stays locked tight
key thrown away lips zipped
no need for their hulking
shadows to be cast onto the present