Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Evening without Vespers

evening without Vespers
the sacred buried deep
below moon blue woods
bare feet, the grass is soft
the air sweet, setting free
rooted music of growth
and death and coming
home again

Friday, June 27, 2014

gentled heart

in grandmother taupe
slow walking
through tall
and if the bright bird flies
and if the wild bird sings
it is seen
it is heard
and known
in the gentled heart

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Honey Moon

Friday the thirteenth
night garden's shadowed breath
full Honey Moonlight
horses call across a flowing field
a white witches' wind around the flowers

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

This wolf, OR-7
back home after 5,000 miles.
He must have a secret name
like Basho, wandering soul,
our wolf spirit of poetry

Sunday, April 27, 2014

River Walk

on the muddy edge
high in the matted cattails
blackbird flashing red
smug quacks, trailing ducks
beaver chewed trees    
                           and me

Monday, April 21, 2014

that noisy wren

spring won't begin
until his voice calls out
that noisy wren
then snow melts off Black Butte
and the hummingbirds come home

Spring Tanka

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