Spring Meditation

Sun Clouds

Desire

Spring Light

A Moment of Peace

Mountain Air

Spring and Summer…

spring against my back
the vibrations
of a hummingbird

 

 

scrolling my page
a little black bug
observes my words

 

 

spring afternoon
a greeting
from the yard cat

 

 

she says goodbye-
rose petals
in the dirt

 

 

house finch
the wind chimes
through the garden

 

 

too much wine-
dizzy from all the birdsong
this summer morning

 

 

bickering in flight..
a blur of emerald and ruby
around the feeder

 

 

his arms around me
the mountain ridges-
a light pink sunset

 

 

waning moon
the silence
of a sleepless night

 

 

never wanting
to change itself
desert rose

 

 

separate rooms-
a distance greater
then the moon

 

 

these days
the only happiness
at my bird feeder

 

 

shards of glass
how quickly I pull away
from his touch

 

 

my tears…
rose petals
against a pond

 

 

garden buddha
in its palms
fallen petals

 

 

spring morning my thoughts drifting bumblebee

 

 

worn out
faded patches
of sky
I sit hidden beneath
a blooming tree

 

 

tiny fountain
the stillness
of a fern

 

 

walking outside
a melody of wind chime
over and over
a deep longing to love
myself a little more

A Breeze in all Directions

On a very overcast morning, I slowly sip my herbal tea
In a cup with painted cherry blossoms
Gazing at a breeze that blows in all directions
And the sea birds riding gracefully on its tails
Day dreaming for long moments, my eyes spiral in all directions.

A silent flutter of the fireplace
Up and down
Up and down…

I close my eyes and imagine
Running among lightly painted daffodils
Reaching out into an almost perfect spring day
Confessing all the years of pain and anguish
Tears streaming down my flushed cheeks
I touch the soft petals that shine brightly like stars.

Once upon a time, I was a child with golden ringlets
And eyes as blue as a mountain sunset
I danced with the freedom that only someone new to life can understand-
Easily,
Endlessly,
Eternally.

Gentle bird song opens my eyes…
I sip slowly from a cup with painted cherry blossoms
Watching the trees blow slowly in all directions
And the sea birds riding gracefully on a breeze. 

Today I Watched Blackbirds

Today I watched blackbirds-

Dashing this way and that through the hot summer night.
Intrigued I was by their thin red strips
That blurred with the deep blue sky; their wings in flight.

Lying on my back
My shoulders melting into warm concrete
The grass slippery and cool on the tips my feet

My arms out to the side; supported
Alive and lifted: the blackbirds and me
Drunk on the slight heaviness of dusk and bay breeze.

A song
A melody
My lungs full of its sweetness…

Today I watched blackbirds-

expanding into summer air
sunset and thin red strips
my freedom, tonight

Frayed Palm Leaves

Lying down and staring out a large window one afternoon:
My eyes are drawn to long palm tips with brown, frayed edges.
They are sharp with yellow streaks
Yet blow gently in the afternoon breeze.

 
They reminded me of the old man’s long hair
I saw at the street festival
Ragged, yet soft-
He was a nice man, worn down by the years
And the sun that gleamed overhead
on lavender, grass, and his grey tips
All swaying in this afternoon breeze.

 
The old man looked to the sky
And so did I
Simultaneously-
hearing the quiet whispers
through frayed palm leaves.