Oh green I sing, of wings and birds across blue morning sky
with summer sounds, willows round the floating pond
dipping gently by.

Warm winds play music soft
through leaves and reeds, they sing
gathering in the transient breeze.

Under leafy trees of sunlight and shadows
all the day I rest my head
breathe sweet the flowering fields
never shall I leave this place
nor want for any sweeter heaven.

If we could go shining
glinting gold off water
far and flying, doves
words would never falter
only sweet, to sing of home
falling gently from soft reddened lips
then we as flowers would ever bloom like song

Green tangle, narrow spiny fingered
your prickling sharpens, midday's heat
bearing scarlet flowers
this bird feeder
a drink

Never wait for me when far in fields I've gone
mad and wild flowered, abandoned every plan
my mind ebbed and fallen, no never call on me
if when I'm drunk in halcyon hills of day,
or in lucid colors of a pastiche floral parade
never when lost in splendorous meadows
a bird of peace, in hills I fly
amid some heavenly place
where I can only but
dream to die.

Summer flowers, all the tiny petals
are colored stars falling to the river
floating in a watery heaven
sailing far beyond this day
into nothingness
into everything seen
like blood red petals
that mingle with
autumn's moon

I find myself here, wild
roaming the long road home
to no one belong

Spend all of these days
together or alone

Survive the heave and cleave
the warp, the weave
of winding years

A lifetime, a spiral of
trying
flying
dying

Then I think when I was young, I didn't stop to ponder
only went to gather - days of sun and flowers
little feet to storm the street of puddles
splashing ever homeward, popsicles
my tiny toes, to warm again
my love like a fire

This cemetery of broken stones, the gray hanging trees
of moss draping down to the crab grass and leafy lawns.
This silent field of sticks and bones, of breath long gone
tiny grave of an infant child one day old.
Behind this black rusty fence, wrought iron and bent
circling round the dead, a strange cage we'd like to escape
forgetting our fate, we smile and pretend.

Rain you came splashing all the morning
awakened, still dreamy on my pillow
you wash my days away
with peace you came
after the storm, listening for birds
silence in this world

Red fire
hissing down green mountain
a burning blackness
of lifeless trees
molten river bleeding
to the sea.

Black lava road, winding wild
an ashen path to the
cerulean sea.

When white wings, feathery scatter
silent as snowflakes gather
resting on rooftops
a soul does not linger
but flies in the vastness
of forever

Like some birds in clouds
we've never seen, though
felt in rain, or wilds
Swift a rush that chills
and floods the heart unknown,
a gift of truth reveals
that which eyes cannot look upon,
and only hearts
can feel

Somewhere in the red lands
thick with oils, she painted sands
clay hills of rouged mud rain
a sliver layered blue, a sun sky yellow
that broke from rust colored rain, from clouds of brown
it was found, a prominent grey, a white washed shell
stark amid the scorch of desert
a piece of ocean that from her pocket fell.

Magenta ruffle of petals
frilly fire of fragrance
deep dream of pink
wafting through my sleep
morning breeze of ocean
blooms awash in lilting
watercolor reds

Under these pines, these bougainvilleas
petals blow across the wind
red sails on gravel sands
clouds blue laced black
pitch of hurried birds fly
disappear in darkest skies
a sudden storm at the window pounds
slant of raindrops crash
splash of puddles, the iridescent ground
sun bursts through a field of clouds
the desert pure redolence, calm
a silent rainbow touching down

I felt like wind, void of soul
transient, moving thing
all the blowing around
with waves and shores
under moons and silent,
awaiting certain suns.

Only a sound outside the window
chimes and bells, nothing to grasp
though felt, a warm wind,
a chill splitting cold.

Someone will be there, suddenly so near - your heart
listen to the wind, music sweet to spin, days together, apart and alone
still you have to go, leaving will be slow
agony awaits, your days will break
days will break - you
alone

time, it never lingers
winds are always blowing  
oceans, waves for life to swim
watch birds rise, from restless seas
with wings, your heart will soar
through clouds of light
birds will show the way

How I loved your mouth
the way your words belled forth
rang in soothing song
your lips and all the rest
days of coming home
in meadows or prairie suns
by love's fiery field
how we were
consumed

It is late, the sky is black slate, coal
a desolate moon glow, cold
this silent world flecked with tiny lights
diffused amid the softness of clouds
the night, only a blooming dawn
a field of stars that come.

Gathering chaparral, just after rain
sticky leaved, miniscule, green
tiny bundles, scented woody
now one, with earthen hands
under a winter moon, garland star stitched
pitch of juniper, pinion fire
only a dalliance this
fragrant desert
pyre

I watched
first the thunder
booming, black of storm
All the gathering - flocks, clouds
leaves piled, blew
Windy gray the day deepened
void of birds singing
Breaking branches - cracked the gloom of dawn
all the scurry, dark forest floor so weary
Soon the rain began - a flood
death's pooled lake of drowning
Ashen skies of furry, tumultuous blowing
ripped awake the day
Washing wet the soiled  
stains of blood
my soul

A masterpiece was painted
with a trunk-ed hand he held the brush
swooshed lines in black
graceful strokes, deliberately
he spoke
finishing with a flourish



This is incredible, it is true as well....god I so love animals!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=He7Ge7Sogrk&feature;=player_embedded

Sudden storm,  grey clouds reign of thunder
tears like fire from the sky, pelting hail
petals ripped away, like snowing cherry trees
blossoms fall in the shadows
cold - the day of love's
black flower

With sudden fury, madness rang through the air
just then a flock of glorious birds
so free in bluest skies, flew by
and we away with them
Now gone from sight
our earthly bodies,
become winged spirits
angels taking flight

Red table mesas
Whitest clouds dot to dot sky
Healing waters run

Don't make me lose my mind
you were so hard to find
baby can't you stay with me tonight?
we'll party like it's 1999.

Why must you play this game?
when I only want to see you laughing
in the purple rain, purple rain
You know I won't make a fuss
cause you don't have to be rich
you don't have to be cool to rule my world
I just want your extra time and your Kiss!

Don't make me wait here alone and blue
cause darling I would die for you
you say - I'm not your lover
I'm not your friend, I am something
that you'll never comprehend
and I would die for you
darling if you want me to, want me to
I'm not a woman
I'm not a man
I am something that
you'll never understand
and I would die for you

the beautiful ones
we always seem to lose.

Black fields - burning sun
fiery cauldron stirring
lava soaking earth

Sleeping among fiery fields of summer, senses undone
colors walk among, her lucid dreaming,
red skies of watercolor suns

Trees, unfurl leaves of dreams
that rustle and awake you,
no windows, only a meadow amidst
shadows of kings, the hills
rise beneath blue mountains
sweeping to the  sea

In Klawock stands seven totems
and a madman, chanting under ebon skies,
embedded in cedar wood, he is connecting two worlds
a master carver, in a language without words.
Born of the raven clan,
he is tracing ancestry in the wood
seeks the ways of wolf and bear.
Born of water, amid the realms of earth and air
his spirit runs with salmon.

Because our days are straying
and though the nights are spellbound
we are only ever falling away
only ever coming and going.
Near the blue banked shores
we are anchored, bobbing and breathing
the clouds are merely sailing ships
waves of swirling skies.
Upon the tide the moon rips and pulls
stars come to swoon and soothe
floating in the night lands
plush and indigo blue.

Grey pond so still
amid the smokey layers
winter's foggy trees concealed
geese slowing in the depths unknown
so scarce a sheltering home
cruel winds of driving cold
too late the sun, void
of summer's gold

How can I ever paint the sky with mere words?
my language, pales northern lights
waves of color impossible to derive
from ghostly glowing skies
spirit merges, flies

Snow is falling
lightest snowflakes float
across fields deep
disappearing
densely slow
my feet

Night is glowing
snowy owl flies
from sight
lost in moon clouds
fading light

Stars are humming
in fields of velvet
black

the earth
the universe
the breath and pulse
of life

The road unpaved, waved in winding red
high pines unfettered, buried feet under needles - strawed

Warmth of sap, fragrant, piney bled
Lithia springs ring clear, a tumbled water song

Owl tree softly spoke
to newborn lily fawn, caressed by mourning cloak

Sun begins to edge the hills
wings rise, and flies the morning fog
Fritillaria bends the light, leaning into
daybreak's mantra song

Alone in this silent desert, burned indelibly by sun
after the call, after the blue, red fall of flames
here, after the dancing scorch of fire
I am left to the smouldering doldrums of desire
this bed, now an empty space, a wordless, lifeless place
here, where I have slowed, my movement stagnates
the memories, the sheets - they suffocate
some days feeling so trapped by love
I can only think to run, think how to untangle again
still some days I dream a life with you
in colorfully painted, magnificent hues.

In the water, some tears erased
below the surface, they slip away
only a watery grave of what used to be
a mirage, a vision of possibility
a looking glass, this moon-green sea.

This antiquated avenue
of ghostly breath - breathes
throne of the copper queen
and all who've been
will never be the same
sun drunk days
desert agave grey
hilly houses, some withered and crumbled
another vagrant, I amble
as red mountain swallows the sun
into night's sky, so soon
the fading light of day
startled by the moon.

I came to know that all is borrowed,
even time
One day I bought a property, thinking it mine
as if I could somehow claim it - that which is truly wild,
perhaps appears temporarily tamed
shall one day be reclaimed,
swallowed by time
no memory,
no name

Today
it was felt
in heart
it came sharp
a knife
a hammer
deep the ache
the numb
that tries to escape
the resurrection of the fire.

Early in the morning
blue skies of birdsong
winging in summer
singing sweet of dawn
awakened from dreaming
the day is unfolding with love
early in the morning with the sun
we are opening like blossoms at blue lily pond
no words spoken only reflection within
early in the morning with the sun

When white wings, feathery scatter
silent as snowflakes gather
resting on rooftops.
In death, does a soul linger,
does it fly in the vastness
of forever?

Like some birds in clouds
we've never seen, though
felt in the rain, and wilds.
Swift a rush that chills
and floods the heart unknown,
a gift of truth reveals
that which eyes cannot look upon,
and only hearts
can feel.

All day from the canyon
the wind birds hover
the dance of pines,
the free water.

The long grass that flows,
green seaweed of the river.
September's early leaves
paper, gold upon the water,
wild yellow petals.

The river's edge
shines with flowers, fully petaled
looking out upon the water
all day the blue, green, yellow of the water
all day until the red, gold of the evening sun.

The bridge, well worn, with slipping wood, crossing over
with secrets hidden, nearly fully under,
rainy days so long.

Her head - a flutter of lily moths, emerging, searching for air,
from a stifling room she fled, dark the forest bled
whispers, wings of white clouds through trees
swirl, drifting amidst dancing fields
on this day, learning
to be free.

Watery suns flood
spilling over
ponds ripple
caressing shores
sands blow over
footprints walking
on water, birds
hover over
smiling back
at me

That time in spring, the sweetness
the yellow green of emerging leaves
the popping and exploding
the bright shattering of petals
lilac flowers in our hands.

Walking the woods with you
tracing deer trails for hours
along the rocky river bank
and in the sycamore forest
we saw the silver shining trees
impossibly branched and reaching
mingling in the vast blue sky.

In the deeper woods, mysterious birds
sang incessant songs, ancient and forlorn
always their singing is reminding me
of the endless beauty to be found
always a deeper feeling of love.