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.

Mountain Haiku

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

A Try at Haibun

I am not alone

I am around many who are also considering their own journeys.
There is a part of me that is going through what each person around me is experiencing.

We are all connected and all worthy of being heard.

We all want to be loved,
Find ourselves,
Set boundaries,
feel compassion,
And feel intimacy.


under redwoods
the journey
of five women

My Journey is Filled with Redwoods

My journey is filled with Redwoods
Uplifting: just be you.

The white dog runs back and forth
Scurrying with the birds he is present;
He is free.

Communication; that’s important
Am I enough?

The velvety moss soothes me
Fern tips: feathery, exciting.

Our footsteps like horse hoofs;
I’m thinking of them-
Senal, my Appaloosa.

Thoughts of a foal-
I want to help

All my energy:
Urging me to think, to do

The Earth, my mountain, my resource
I find courage to keep trying

My journey is filled with Redwoods