Light Within 

Falling Stars

star after star
how beautiful
are the fallen ones

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

Small Things

my tears…
rose petals
against a pond

garden Buddha
in its palms
fallen petals

spring morning
grey sparrows
in the tree tops

late spring my thoughts drift bumblebee

tiny fountain
the stillness
of a fern

rosemary-
the way the sun sets
across her back

koi pond
iridescent
fills the sky

preschool graduation
a yellow monarch
flies ahead of us

oak tree shadow
once the song
of grey sparrow

lingering breeze
on her gravestone
butterfly

Peaceful Stars

magnolia petals I breath in the first spring stars

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.

Falling Dreams

wandering
through the afternoon
a simple dream
of fallen leaves
against the autumn sky

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