Past Imperfect

Like rain from the fourth month overcast sky --
Try to ignore the past;
Desert winds the boulders blast,
Boulders that a glacier cast

Celestial Visitor

A bear wanders down the road into town,
Onto ground he wanders;
While in the stars he pondered
Why humanity flounders

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As the dawn touches the sky
And the stars all fade from sight
The presence of friends long gone
From my dreams they all take flight

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Morning sunlight on fresh snow,
Drivers are hesitant, slow,
Things easily slip and slide;
A new bride hopes love will grow.

Formal Feeling

When I write a formal poem
Though I do it all alone
There is a sense of sharing,
Like caring for someone's home

Rorshach

Dusk mist comes in from the sea
Hovering above the trees
Sometimes I can see faces,
Faint traces from last night's dream

On the Other Side of the Mountain

Ev'rything is forgotten
History as memory
Can't hold back the tides of time
All returns to mystery

Candlelight

We live our lives day by day
Doing the best that we can:
Meals, work, bills, a friend to see,
Then comes eternity

In The Garden

Flowers make me think a lot
About the blossoms of time,
How even days of beauty
Will soon vanish, are not mine

Sweet Dream

Sitting on a rocking chair
Placed between the moon and mars
Comets singing songs in space
While I commune with the stars

The Gift

There's no reason for beauty,
The cosmos does not need it,
Beauty is the gift of God,
It is how God redeems it.

Riverscape

The rain's falling all day long
Here on the Russian River
The sky slowly turns to night,
Mists make the trees look darker

Winter Dawn

There's not a cloud in the sky
The first frost is on the ground
Two crows are exchanging cries
Otherwise there's not a sound

Hermit Song

Solitude is beautiful
Silence is a rare flower
Blossoms of eternity
Manifesting at each hour

The Morning Fix (It's OK, It's Legal)

The line at Starbuck's Cafe
Waits patiently for caffeine,
It comes in various forms;
Coffee or tea (black or green)

A Vision

Melodies fall from the clouds
Streams of stars flow through the glen
On a branch of the oak tree
There's an angel now and then

Recycling

A tree swaying in the wind
In the middle of a field
A vulture pecks at a corpse
Partaking of a fine meal

Night Shift

The janitor is finished
Cleaning up after others,
As the dawn dissolves the night
He disappears from our sight

Beyond Thought

Theologies are systems
Of thoughts that are human made,
They are insignificant,
Unlike God, they will soon fade

Homage to Emily

'The world is not conclusion'
That is what the poet said --
The cosmos like a stream flows,
Like a feather in the wind