Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Something I Wrote Emma and Ygraine


Sometimes I dream
Of departed loved ones,
And like to think,
When the dream is over,
We all return to our
Different mornings
And get on with life.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Travertine



Eyes long gone,
And what they saw,
Caught under crystal--
Ancient light compressed
In stone, deposited
There-- their tongues
Lapping waters
Turned to desert
Long ago between
Brown and yellow are
Black veins in
Travertine that tell
Of lakes, rivers
Come and gone,
Prairies carbonized,
Wanderers tribalized
And much to read
In a pebble.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Despite Drought


Despite drought, clouds
Venture out and nest
Among  mountains, 
Pile over arid plains,
Do their best at summer
Rain but steam away.
They write a promise
On our pavers: another
Day..... another day.