The universe
Will speak to you,
In between silence
And forgotten words,
In the movement of
The branches of a
Full crowned tree,
In rushing water
And the color
Of the sky,
It will answer
Questions,
With rays of sunshine
That mark your skin,
Love the Forrest,
And the mountains,
And the ants,
And the spiders,
All the creepy crawlies,
And animals,
Smell the flowers that
Bloom this spring,
Feel the rash,
The bite,
The sting,
They all deserve
To be happy.

We all do.

No ode for you, periwinkles
No exalted verse or prose
No lover's gift you will be
Unlike the regal rose
Not placed in summer bouquets
In vases - never seen
Nor gracing dark tresses
Nor found in floats of dreams
Yet sweet you are to me
Happy in blue and white
With your merry little faces
Like fairies and lithe sprites.

light hearted is a freedom song
captured by the waters of an eternal spring

bubbling up and over the rim
making a pathway down the crystal river.

It’s early in afternoon
Summer is coming
Time to plants seeds
To enjoy the Feed

Can you feel the heat?
Strong beautiful sun
Can you feel the heat?

a red breasted rogue
wants to rule the world

yet in the process
they have lost their very selves.

high plateau solitude
speaks in her silence
ancient wonderment.

there is an ancient silence
open and welcoming
to all who seek her.

Farm folk - Ranch folk,
Cattle and horses and wheat,
A world of sky and wind,
A land of temporary green,
Permanent brown,
Twenty-five miles from town.
A world of work,
Dirt in the air and in the lungs
Heat waves shimmering
A land of blowing cold,
Or heated mirage,
Day after day after day,
Until books and learning
Called me away.

Island life is never long without the wind-
she blows for days on end-
then suddenly slips away-
leaving everything quiet as a Nun at prayer.