river slowly curlsaround the stayed stoneas the eagle soarsbeyond the highest pinesin this still placei can hear the breathyou take as thoughit was my ownwhat reason brings usto meet in this even flowif only to watch the sunas it rises and sets on each daylight to pass like a kiss,a caress, a dreami rest my…

sitting in anticipationof a quiet momentabsent gazethrough the windowthe unexpected kissof a warm breeze on a cold daythe startling cry of a hungry crowroots me to my chairto reveal the momenthas already come and gone~

tea steaming on the counterwhile wind rattles passedthe windowdrops of rain smashthrough blades of grassto drown myriad insectsgathered in the gardeni watched the dark cloudsmove over the afternoonblocking the suni knew enough thento come indoorsto put the kettle on~

listen to the windwhispering in the softest voicethe stream singsa laughing melodyunder tall, fiery treeswhile my heart soarswith the southbound geeseand lies at once withthe slumbering trilliumwrapped in the solid stone shieldof this ancient soilsoon the snow will flyand all this will remainin untouched harmonyi watched the morning sunshine through a ferna perfect emerald silhouettedew…

autumn roses spill crimsonover the stones in the drivereflections dance in the puddleswith every cooling dropsteady drummingthrough the treesa soothing lullabysung against this rich tapestryas i stand collecting raindropsin my upturned palm~

gentle rain fallingagainst broad emerald leaftracing its lines and ridgesdown to the slender stem~

in a momentlotus bloomsstill, quiet waters settleafter the crane findswind to lift itskyward~

the day draws itself against the wallin long shadows, a reluctant warriorand blade against the coming nightwhy this? My mind wrestles against iteach has its own beauty, peace, completenessnot alone, of course, but because of the other…perhaps the shadows are the remindershifting along the terracethe ribbon to join the day and nightand when the day…

The tree’s shadow draws me closer andI am soon resting in the cool grassHead pressed back against the rough barkIt reminds me that everything cannot be smoothOr neat or tidy or perfectOnly in its own wayDeep breath captures meAs leaves spill around me like rainThe tree is bleeding red and goldAnd I lift my hand…

Impatience slips in beside me, pressed closeAs is if there could be no room between breaths toShift and get more space between usSquabbles and minced words buzz and fly around my headLike drunken bees in the late autumn sunWhy can they not lay down and restListen to the breeze shaking itself through the leavesWhy can’t…

I want so much to reach out to youand hold your hand,To feel the warm of your skin against my palmThe strength that flows throughI am too shy to reach outAnd instead stand in agony of stubbornnessWhen my arms cry out to hold youNot as a possessionBut simply out of loveOne that I cannot explainBut…

Candle light in the mirror,A dancing reflection of quiet contemplationWhile I sit, mulling over the contents of another dayA sparkling laugh like shining sun through the windowA selfless gift from a cherished friend,Shapes a smile on an otherwise sullen faceThe mirrors in the hallways, the rooms,no longer show the unseen corners, the lurking shadowsThe nightmares…