Day Stars

Mountain Air


feather to feather-
a rising hawk
to mend my sorrow

(photo credit Meika Pope)


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

Parts of Me

the cool breeze
of mountain air
and still I sit
alone by the creek
with nothing to say…


low tide
the parts of myself
I’ve kept hidden
for so long


Summer Solstice

honey moon
just like me
alone in its light…


the honey moon
rolls down her cheeks


evening breeze
the leaves of a maple
just let go


evening breeze the way it rolls sparrow song


wind through the trees
wave after wave
of ocean


mountain wind
I strum a tune
of ocean blues


mountain road
leading the way
a single bluejay


the monarch
that came to visit


first light of morning
an orchestra of bird song
tuning up treetops


azure sky
hummingbird and I
dance in rainbows


the way the sun sets
across her back


mountain rain
the steady grey
I see in her eyes

(Jars of Stars October 2013)

The Blues

mountain rain
the steady grey
I see in her eyes

I Notice

A heaviness inside I wish I could stop focusing on

I notice

A blast of heavenly redwood and faded embers deep in my nose
Skin tingling
One sweet memory of childhood

I notice

A trail filled with fallen leaves
Faded sunset
Still alive under my feet

I notice

Deep breathing as I keep pushing-
Pushing through the slight dryness of my tongue
A chorus of feathered singers chime along
To my heartbeat

I notice

A delicate touch of a small fern
Its vulnerability clear to me
A tiny voice reminding me to trust

I notice

sticks, leaves, and fallen trees
I release what no longer serves me

I notice

Mountain Haiku

mountain trail
fallen leaves still alive
with sunset
a creak
of a swaying redwood-
the stillness in me

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