Down in the valley below,
There grow three cedar trees,
One on the right, one on the left,
And one in the center.
Their leaves are evergreen
And their trunks are strong and lean.
Their roots are deep
And their lives are long.
These cedars look up at the sky,
Day and night,
Watching the clouds and stars.
They breathe deeply and sing sweetly.
These three cedar trees,
These three earth sisters,
Keep on growing, reaching up towards the sky.

*One of three poems I wrote for my friend's granddaughters

Flip of the switch,
Let us gaze up into the night sky
And all the stars.
How many countless worlds are out there?
How many countless lovers are in those worlds?

We are all strangers to the thing of love.
Just as we will always be strangers to the thing that makes life.
Let us close our eyes, hold out our cupped hands under the rain,
And see what we catch.

The day that was before,
With a sky that was blue
And a sun that was hot,
Has changed to the day that is now,
With a sky that is grey
And an air that is damp.
The view from atop the high places is fogged.
There is nothing for the eye to take in
Except the thick mist and the shadows of black trees
That escapes the mouths of the choking clouds.
This sight may seem to many dreary and lonesome,
But really, it is beautiful.
The mist and the ghostly trees
Breathe mystery and secrecy,
You have only to whisper a secret and
The mist will keep it.
Rain has finally fallen on the land that was dry
Like the throat of hot summer.
Now everything is wet,
And all the trees’ dry throats relieved.

The liquid maiden that circled
The full amber moon
Let fall waves of song.

The golden bodied hawk
Flew in round about paths
Under the amber glow.

The white pony
That lay under a dry, cold touched tree,
With innocence and serenity painted in her eyes,
Took song and flying shadow into her dreams.

The sun had gone to shine on another corner of the world.
The sky was still blue, and it was still day,
But it was shady and breeze was quiet, yet absolute.
I undressed, slowly, and kicked the clothes in corner.
I settled down on my mattress, then pulled the duvet over my head.
I thought of the man I loved and what he was doing.
I thought of the things of yesterday and what they meant.
I thought… so many things.
Though, as the seconds slowly turned to minutes a many,
Thoughts dissolved like sand over fire.
As my eyes surrendered to sleep,
So the thoughts surrendered… to what?
I know not.
All I do know is that an hour later my eyes opened; I woke from my nap.
What was an hour seemed like a week.
I was hibernating in the concave of dreams.
What I dreamt I do not remember.
What was it that caused the outside world to seem so new?
What went on, in that concave of dreams?

Gold that falls,
Splashes of the sun,
Tear light-paths through thin air.