Semi-precious
stones
strung
together mindfully, bead by bead
chosen
for their healing and calming properties,
wrapping
my wrist in a smooth circle of comfort.
February
2nd,
2013
Headed to town
the
drive, never monotonous
in
the distance Mt. Shasta
head
veiled in fog
foot
snug in a comforter of clouds
magical
as always
shimmering
on the horizon like a mirage
#2
I
must fly, early yoga today
February 3rd, 2013
The delicate shading of the Eastern sky as the sun leaves us,
luscious
apricot blending into rose
then
pearlescent lavender
finally
settling at the foot of the Sierras
in
a smudge of smokey blue
Breathtaking
February
4th,
2013
There you are, Brave one,
daring
winter
rising
on slender stalk,
head
held up high,
turning
your shining face to the sun
February
5th,
2013
Tackling old mounds of herbs with secateurs
finding
under dead frizzy heads
new hopeful growth.
as
I cut, sweet scent of Oregano rises,
then
a sharp citrus smell Melissa.
stepping
back I bruise volunteer Garlic Chives
aromatic
scents easing the labor
catmint
smell is a bit odd leaving me unmoved,
but
not twitching cat noses nearby
they
too feel first stirrings of the season to come
buds
are swelling but it's early yet winter is not done with us
Patience!!
February 6th, 2013
Years past, our orchard rang with the sound of chickens
contently
clucking announcing eggs freshly laid with pride
now
they rest beneath the trees giving nourishment to those
who
gifted them with shade on brutal summer days and provided
treasures
found upon the ground...... fallen fruit
our
destination the local egg farmer where the feathered girls
are
free-roaming laying eggs with burnished golden yolks
not
the same as gathering our own but it'll do
soft-boiled
with toast.
#2
Sunshine
is beckoning, calling me out
away
from savoring stones.
While
their pull is strong ,
Sun
and Garden win.
February 7th 2013
It never ceases to amaze me
that
while I am sitting here, sunshine spilling through the window
my
fellow stoners are burning the midnight oil across the sea
I
imagine them, sitting in dark rooms, blueish light
illuminating
their faces, fingers moving swiftly
weaving
words like spells in the dark
though
it's light here, I feel like a nightowl,
hunting
to find their nocturnal offerings.
Exit Stone
She
dipped her hands deeply into the river of stones
bringing
up a handful pulling them above the surface
savored
and admired them losing track of time
looking
up and suddenly realizing
the
day is nearly done where did it go
so
much left undone time to run
February
8th,
2013
Azure skies
last
Hawthorne berries dangle
tempting
birds.
February 9th, 2013
Cold
sunny day tree frogs creak
February
10th,
2013
Blue Jays, Lords of Chaos,
raiding
bird feeders and nests
descending
on the garden in flocks
like
swaggering gang members.
Maddening
screeches filling the air
until
at times I too feel like screeching.
Chaos
reins, little birds scatter to the seven winds.
Then
one settles, turning a bright, inquisitive eye my way,
sunlight
striking blue feathers, how can I not be charmed?
You're
forgiven.............for now.
February
11th,
2013
To
celebrate the occasion of another birthday
my
dear one gifted me,
not
with diamonds,
but
a rare stone I've
coveted
for some time.
A
deep, forest -green Moldavite.
Gift from the Gods that's what they say
I
shall try my hand at wire-wrapping this
sky
stone, said to have been created by meteor impact
along
the banks of the River Moldau hence it's name
so
instead of writing stones I shall attempt to wrap
this
treasured stone to keep it close to my heart.
February
12th,
2013
No shrinking violets here
From
the debris of last year rises hope
brave
faces yearning for spring.
February,
13th,
2013
Rosy jet contrail scribblings on
evening
sky
Crescent
moon floating
February
14th, 2013
Sunny
morning
birds
buffeted by wind
dipping
and swirling between trees
February 15th, 2013
First
open buds
a
flush of delicate pink
transforming
wild Almonds
bursting
into flowered song
under
clear blue skies
bees
celebrate and share the joy
humming
songs of early spring
yet
a cold Northwind exhales
Winter's
breath..,. it's early yet
February 16th, 2013
Two
very personal offerings I wanted to place here today.
The
first an Elfje, the second a 6 word stone.
Written
while working through some bad news
~
Tutankhamon
our
boy
so
much love
shines
from your eyes
Sorrow
~
Too
soon
you
will
be
gone
Sun
shines
mood
lightens
woodland
walk
February
17th, 2013
How
many seasons did you see
before
one spring your sap rose no more
leaving
you bereft of leaf
each
winter storm brings down more
of
once sturdy branches
leaving
your great trunk standing
like
a sentinel keeping watch
offering
a resting place for the occasional hawk
who briefly shares your solitude
February
18th, 2013
Burgundy
fat
bud
today
pink petal
slowly
unfurling delicate wings
Plumblossom
~
Laying on my back
staring
up into the intensely blue sky
not
a cloud in sight, gentle breeze stirring
courting
doves cooing, squabbling sparrows
fill
the warm air with sound.
We
all savor this sunny afternoon
knowing
in our bones the next winter storm
is
gathering strength off shore
they
by instinct, myself by slight pressure in my skull
build
in barometer, forecasting change
So
we bask like turtles, soaking up reserves
to
see us through gray, cold days yet to come.
Tuesday,
February 19th, 2013
Hyacinth
colored
clouds
feast
for eyes
bringing
with them change
Thunderstorm
~
~
Where did they come from, all of these words?
February
20th, 2013
Gray,
downy layers
clouds heaped
upon clouds
like
a heavenly duvet
stretching
to the horizon
as
far as the eye can see
there
in the distance a silvery veil descends,
far
off rain, connecting earth and sky
~
Where did they come from, all of these words?
Had
they been stored in the drawers of my mind all along?
Waiting
to be released from the darkness
brought
to light, stretching, spilling onto the page.
It
startles me at times how suddenly I seem to see them everywhere
in
the clouds, trees and all of nature
Which
I've always seen and loved before
but
now I see it all through different eyes, their eyes it seems.
They
ask to be captured, then written upon my page.
Such
joy as I gently place my feet into my father's footsteps
following
the path he laid for me those many years ago
I
would sit on his knee, gazing up spellbound, listening as he
too
would capture words from thin air it seemed.
Now
here I sit, weaving my own spells with words.
He
would be pleased I think, knowing that those seeds
he
planted long ago are finally starting to grow and bear fruit.
February 21st, 2013
February 22nd, 2013
~
February 23rd, 2013
February 24th, 2013
February 25th, 2013
February 26th, 2013
~
February 28th, 2013
February 21st, 2013
Lapis
blue
jewels
one
two three
flitting
branch to branch
Bluebirds
February 22nd, 2013
Shadow
silent
flight
golden
eyes glow
magic
in the grove
Owl
~
Eckhart
Tolle
Fellow
country man
filled
with wisdom
looking
for all the world
like
a wise Hobbit
who
might reside beneath
the
roots of an ancient, majestic oak,
home
to an equally wise owl.
I
like to envision Eckhart, meeting up
with
the Dalai Lama to discuss world peace.
There
by that oak, in a sun filled clearing,
surrounded
by flowers and sunshine
bees
humming, birds singing.
With
both lighting up the world,
moving
us along in our evolution toward a
perfect
planet, filled with PEACE.
The
sleeping owl opens her golden eyes briefly
approving
the wise words overheard and blinks.
February 23rd, 2013
Early
morning tea
Fragrant
steam rises
February 24th, 2013
Dead
coyote, tail lifts briefly in the wind
unseeing
eyes staring at the sky
once
running free and wild
covering
miles in your travels
feasting
on field mice, raising families.
But
here you lay
victim
of the guns of foolish men
who
kill not for food, like you
but
for bloody pleasure
claiming
getting rid of vermin
is
for the good of all.
But
what about you and your life?
Have
you no worth?
Was
this not your land first?
Hot,
helpless tears blur my vision.
As
we pass...I mourn you and your kin.
Sunday
Evening
~
Golden
glowing
eye
nearly
full term
suspended
in mid air
Luna
February 25th, 2013
Illuminated
by Luna's
silvery
rays the garden sleeps
Tree
branches like dark,inky fingers
reaching
to the nightsky,
cradling
the moon
Canyon,
once dark and mysterious
tonight
brightly lit
The
land , known and loved
can
now be walked easily, no flashlight needed
each
nook and cranny awash in celestial light.
I
listen to the night sounds.
The
occasional bird talking in his sleep,
Frogs
in vernal ponds noisily announcing they're looking for love
yearning
for a little moonlight romance no doubt
I
am sure the little fox will easily find his way to the
porch
tonight, in search of a midnight snack.
Boldly
walking the railing, bushy tailed, bright eyed,
pointed
snout quickly emptying the bowl.
Then
slipping away quickly, back into the silvery night.
February 26th, 2013
Fierce
north wind
blooming
plum branches sway
bees
join the dance
lured
by sweet scents
they
ruffle the skirts of dainty ballerinas
plundering
sweet treasure
of
nectar and pollen
Then
again taking to the air
battling
the wind
carrying
golden bounty
back
to the hive.
February
27th, 2013
Black
cover
opens
life
returns again
colors
spill on face
iPad
~
Glistening
vibrantly
alive
shimmering
on rock
graceful
curves rainbowed droplets
Mermaid
February 28th, 2013
The
gift of another day
some
good, some not so good
yet
we carry on
savor
each moment
relieved
at each pill swallowed
each
bite eaten.
Enjoying
the silly smile
and
wagging tail, the occasional
burst
of energy,
out
the door to the fence
to
survey his kingdom, tail held high
Long
live the King!!
