Wind, wind it came in
I was glad it did, the way it blew
around my heart and through
a place of hollow blue, a storm
warm of drumming beats in sync
went swirling round my head
a flutter of butterflies flew on
through morning fog
a song was heard of
leafy trees and birds that speak
connecting me once more
the breeze that blows
to shake the soul
of me, quite free
all the day listening
to the earth
and all the ways
of wind

Watching long shadows
some slipping under fences
tricky summer suns
like to play me dumb
or glare me, half blind
sometimes I run
or sometimes walking backwards
looking where I've been
in the heat of day
only a dream to sway
under the cool
of moons

Dark water
of other countries
wild northlands
the splashing sea at night
bump and rocking of water
tangle of ropes and nets
swell of waves list and blister
splinter like thorns, swelling of wood
safe a place to anchor
these stars between clouds
maps, little sparks
to guide us home.

When I wait for northern lights, absent is the moon
and too the sun has gone, silence of blue green lights come
like colored ghosts of whirling skies, they fly
and I no longer think of night stars
I can only dream to fly, to shine
magenta in magnetic fields

But tonight it is you
that burns across, beyond the heavens
dazzling brilliantly, now beyond this earthly plane
to join a symphony of seas and stars out there, unknown
gathering in the ethers of forever

Last night I dreamed of you
smiling, as you laid
in green fields laughing
and tonight I will see you
in the northern lights
shining

Old books, older still the dust
lost library, forgotten world of words
through vertical windows, distorted glass
of years past, watch shapes of trees
colored birds fly by
dusty poem, room of
melancholy
rhyme

Black and white photos
framed upon the mantle
how long our memories
shining wild, to light a room
how long do we think them
ever full bloom

Your hair,
of smoke, it floats
curls adrift, waves
of wild sea, upon your head
I gazed long into the storm
before my hands ever
learned to swim

She loved the pale moon
he traveled beneath night's sky
woven by starlight

All the air alight, sparks fly
lightning, touching down
the falling of skies, falling of stars
dumb, I am mad and beyond
too far off course to find
the mere constellations
I've ever known

red
it is the clay of hills
cathedral clouds of sunsets burning
the weeping that calls you home
it is the fire within

gray
it is the ashes
blowing from your hands
the sands slipping, back to earth
a soul sifting, a balanced scale
awaiting your rebirth

In the evening, by the sea
subtle ripples, bright as liquid silver, flash
an ocean of color, to drink away the sun  
a line of light fades into skies of night
from the call of deepest dark
a birth of luminous stars
such blue, white fires, only burn
no cares, no seasons do they discern
they have come and gone, without our knowing
they will never sleep, only change in cosmic storms
burning away in the vastness
of other forms

a million birds singing
the wind warm as sun
all the branches glowing
we wait the buds to come
the bending leafy willows
brush the melting pond
of blue green water
beneath the cold dark earth
roots encased and safe
breathe green where
flowers form.

For this bird
these woven feathers into web
of silken sage your home.
Silent you sleep, soon slips
the shell and falls the day
the evening of your life
with monsoon winds
your wings of flurry flutter
tiny flash barley seen
heart of ruby
feathers of
green.

If you could look my way
maybe you would
stay?

Night in this field of snow
the dark crushing cold
how long this winter
that’s come again
how long the spring
river that slowly wends
the heat and sear of summer's fever
the bruising cold of this November
how long for us to mend?