Where Has My Inspiration Gone?

Where has my inspiration gone?
Away with the hawk cry
Perched on top of the Redwoods

Lost in the summer sunsets
Wild pink and blue fires
That faded into a billion stars

How could I turn my back on you?

The moment I watched
Tiny grey and black sparrows
Bathing in an old fountain

Moved to tears-
Their simple joy
And sweet vibrations

The young buck deep in the forest
We stared at each other
Eyes as curious as mine

I thought of Claude and knew God was near

The black squirrel
Bounding and dancing
Through the branches of aged Oaks

Where has my inspiration gone?

Only wandering…

Hawk cry,
Wild sunsets,
Curious buck,
Black squirrel

Claude’s last breath…

In God
In Me.

Universe

Fingers full of branch
My nose awakens to earth
Inside of palms caressing leaf tips
Hard and tiny feathers alive in sunlight
This array, this bouquet of life
Alive and buzzing with song
Filling my senses, filling my essence

My fingers full of God

Haiku!

Been too long since I’ve posted!  Here are some haiku I’ve made since my last post :)

Full moon
this one hides
winter rain

Last breath
I hold her hand
first winter snow

Tall grasses
dragonfly and I
sit for a spell

Stillness
the winter sunset
around my eyes

An echo
she moves the evening
in high heels

Watermelon lips
the taste of her~
hot summer nights

Winter sunset
the splendor of God
in silver flashes

Winter night
how regal her walk
in deep purple

Piano keys
on her toes~
a melody

Sweet scent
her long tresses
blow south

The fire of stars-
our bodies
wrapped in moonlight

Deepening hues
dusk-
we are one

Even the wind
blowing through the storm
cries for peace

Winter rain
she jumps into
the largest puddle

Skipping stones
a splash of sky and mountain
six-thousand feet high

Sweet strawberries
the way she once looked at me
warm summer breeze

Under her long hair
the scent of lilies
and her lovers kiss

God’s vision
pink and gold
summer sunset

Still pond
my memories of you
suddenly ripple

Rich musk-
I lounge
in his shirt

In silence
the wisdom of time
long mountain range

Field of lilies
the innocence
of my youth

Open road
her long hair
dances in the sky

Summer rain
her arms open-
in gratitude

A hint of spring-
as I sip
spiced tea

Distant reservoir~
still the color
of her eyes

Lilies and violets
caressing her legs-
secret garden

Old river~
he declares
his love to her

In the shadows of her wispy hair weeping willow

Orange nails
the other girls snub her
for being different

Spring afternoon
flashing the sky~
robin’s breast