Saturday, January 12, 2008

quiet

very night look and visit with the stars
peace lay among their brilliance
wisdom comes from serenity

Thursday, March 8, 2007

nonami

my cat thinks me
her shelf
except when reading
then she plops upon the book

ponies

hoofs in the sand
one at a time
tail high
head high
racing round cross the land

deer herd

band of yearlings leapt my fence back to front
and traipsed down the slope leaving
dainty ballet prints in the snow
flouncing tails like tutus

time

hold still the slow movement of
afternoon light across the porch floor
measured flight of geese against the august sky
sway of sunflower shadows along a garden wall
but for that moment it felt like it could
summer didnt last forever
i had wished it would

dancing crow

crow hes laughing
with one black eye down
whole trees a shaking
as water whirls round
wild storm breaking
crows going down town
hes going down dancing
me im just singing the gig

lunch maybe

eagle sits my tree top
appointments gleaming white
jerks his head right then left
my god where sleeps my round cat

fashion show

impromptu spring fashion show
unveils spectator browns n whites prevail
as cat prancing round tail high sports dried grass
shes found a big hole indicating the snow melts on

winter

tails to the wind
heads hung low
everything bracing
for the snow

if

if a dog barks at the door is it verbal behavior
only if someone opens it

if i said i loved you and you didnt answer
would it no longer be love any more

if the moon goes black will the tide
turn away

life is not reciprocal nor has causal
relationships - dont we wished it did

star stuff make me something else
something else thats deaf

sleeps

sanded with snow
beneath my wild
russian olive
curled tight
a doe naps
wishing
she me
i her

sly

who then stalks my land
becomes the wolf of my prey
who carries away my thoughts
for another day as their own
who leaps the canyons and
bounds across my heart
who leaves nor stays
who comes none
not one
one

hunter

dogs are hunters
jumpers are called hunters
men seeking something are hunters
as is a hinged metal lid that protects a watch
this woman foolish knows not for which shes looks
do you know? me thinks not as well

favorite

a thing favorite
the braded horse hair
necklace with bronze milagro
hands entwined down the string
ending in a bell lovely is a dear treasure
worn every single day

wild mustang

i want to slip my arm
around his neck
brush back his forelock
with my finger tips
and scratch
the little swirl of hair
right above his eyes
he doesnt know he would like it
but if he knew
he would

cows

evening closes cold
streaks of orange
and lavender soft
reflected on the snow
frothy steamy breathe
both theirs and mine
so thick we neither
can see the ground

cows 5

five cows fat washed
gold magenta pink purple
stare at me though flakes white
icicles hanging from their chins
their lashes long ice and snow matted
yet chewing their cud over and over
tails are draped frozen petrified
as if i nor cold is much a bother
tomorrow brings dry to you

brrrrr

elk hanging close they say
summer drought winter snow
enticing them never far to stray
migrating not from stacks of hay
to spy upon simple for me til may

coyote

in the valley
trotting there
glimpse coyote

from my heart
do not slip away
like a wild thing

do not forget us

we are wild ponies we are tall grass we are food
we are clear water we are energy we are rocks
we are trees we are the earth we are your breeze
we are soldiers we fight your fights we are the flag
we are few we are important we are republicans
do not forget us