cool glacial breezes
carry hints winters comIng
Camp Portage Glacier
mother natures great AC
escaping oppressive heat

shadows disappear
like dreams end as bells strike twelve
when lights allowed in

Jutting up from earth's lower jaw a
Jagged mountain tooth slices higher and higher
leaving me in utter shock and awe at the
slashing upward  mighty rock spire

Anticipation
Like a first time high school prom
Like the last mile home

set your eyes on the sun, alone
when I'm dead and gone
You will find me there looking on

He signals you well
In hints of fireweed scents
snuck on mountain bound wings
making a out of the way trip
to let me know he has you

chaos elected
buffoons, jack booted baboons
trample liberty

In the spring I knew it all
As Summer was a ball before the Fall
Into Winter when I look to recall

Being slowly dragged
under the pier, out to sea
You waving me by

fear binds
cripples minds
leaves you blind

i find repose there
nestled warmly in your arms
your beating heart soothes

smoothly worn benches
people recalling their loves
now resting above
flowers adorned, closer by
those forgotten, turn away

breathing in her green
life renewed and exceeding
unknown views now seen

When the rooster crows It's
judgement day...again

Another I pray to pass as
this judgement day begins

falling skies
chicken little screams
sheep stampede

Dark lonely finally rest
Abandoned whispers in the trees
Blue beetles scurry merrily darkly
Among lifeless brown leaves
Finally
Peace

pulling riptide
calm above deceiving
turbulence below

It’s fun watching my youngest bird molt
Charlie her cockatoo does it too
It’s so cute!

Red swarm is warming
for that fateful final run
frantic till their own finish

your wild side
that which tried to hide
those eyes lied

Water slaps at rocks
Keeping a dreamy back beat
As I drifted into a nap

pondering the past
all those little troubles had
smiling at my kids

Your eyes close as you go slack
I lean in as you arch glistening back
We're getting close one or two more should do
Then in exhaustion I finally collapse into you

Ancient steps worm smooth
Thousands of feet stepping softly
Lives passed on these ancient stones
Love lost and the stories told, walking
Stumbling on the always uneven ledge
timeless whispers in the rocky crags
Notes slipped inside secret cracks
Wishes, dreams, hopes, dashed on
Eroding facade if human history
Lost on hard rocks showing no emotion
At the stories told, lost and never heard again
Rock is hard memories of ghostly laborers
Who placed the stones that sealed our words inside

under the veil
hidden in darkness
bright lights blind

caught on endless seas
rudderless drifting  oceans
swaying, I'm slipping
beneath rocking swaying swells
sailing me gently asleep

'save the trees!' they yelled
plastic billionaires lobbied
laughing all the way

daylight fades sooner
in the land of midnight sun
the darkness draws near

wild canine howls heighten
under northern light apparitions
lean times are coming

while frantic brown bears scour
glacial streams for half dead salmon
fat reserves needed

purple fireweed fields
have turned a dead shade of brown
soon to be covered white

big game herds panic
as caribou calves snuggle close
carnivores prowl near

the falling is short
not much time to prepare
winter is coming

I love chili, meat, onion, tomatoe, and beans
My wife makes it, could take it,
Sometimes chooses to leave
When she forgets to *****
the air out of the chili beans

I just stopped caring
As the hummingbird stops it’s own heart
Then I started beating again

Heard old time jazz on
Flapper era, thought of you
how you danced to it

A haiku is not
a seventeen syllable
sentence broken up

Al's always alone
asking alms along avenues
accursed and abandoned

If the next best thing
always your shiny new thing
Glad I'm an old thing

reflecting
sunlight highlights our scars healing
finally seeing what God has been planning

Dull moon light, parts the bed
writhing limbs, tangled in sweet scented sweat
as the stars jealously peer in

may rises
flooding rivers
burst forth

thunder heard in striking eyes

that angel oak looks easier to climb now
hanging over that old street of my youth
now walking a proper shady oak lane