Day Stars

Mountain Air

Hope

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

Summer Solstice

honey moon
just like me
alone in its light…

 

midnight-
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

 

mid-afternoon
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

 

rosemary-
the way the sun sets
across her back

Rain

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

Broken-
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