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

the way the sun sets
across her back

koi pond
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

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

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


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


Wings and Raindrops

taking a break..
the sparrows
hopping in a puddle

the pacing of a bluejay
outside my window

late morning
the tapping of raindrops
and canary song

letting down my guard for good spring rain

a single gull
floating on the bay

the butterfly tattoo
I trace on her thigh


black and white
of the day…
I’m counting 
the colors 
of my blessings


To Mountain Top

a dream
in and out of consciousness
pink azaleas

mountain reservoir
I breathe in
a bit of sunset

ancient temple
newlyweds pray
to Parijaat tree

filling the void
she writes and writes

broken hearted
the depth inside
a blooming tulip

soaring hawk
I follow the way
to mountain top

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