Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Barefoot in the sunny garden,
breathing deep...... breathing slow......
cool damp movement on my skin -
earthworm squirming by my toe!

Monday, May 30, 2011

In less time than a full exhale,
in six or seven strong wing strokes,
the bald eagle flies across my window view.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Walk along this lane 
mist pattering the umbrella,
breathe the still, moist air
redolent of apple blossoms.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Opened the window to holler 
at the neighbor’s tomcat -
left it open to listen to rain 
pattering on lilac leaves.

Friday, May 27, 2011

In the pouring rain
song sparrow alights atop a fencepost
lifts it’s head and sings
in the pouring rain.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Navy slate back and wings
brick powder red breast,
the barn swallow gathering puddle mud
works unperturbed as I inch the car
past on the far side of the drive.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Quiet.  No wind.  Gray
cloud draped ridges, drifts downslope.
Fine rain comforts the green earth.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Ancient lopsided apple tree
a crone bridal veiled in blossoms and bees,
breeze brushed petals fluttering down
spread a snowy shadow on the ground.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Across a little valley from the house
runs the winding mountain highway,
a blacktop siren song for engine jockeys.
The crotch-rocket corners with a growl,
accelerates into the straight with a rising 
whine and dopplers past -
too fast - 
I know the road, 
I know the adrenalized state of mind
inside the helmet. 
“Go carefully!” I telepath, 
“Don’t you know -
you are precious in this world?”

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Raggles the fluffy tortoiseshell
sits under an arched ceiling of bleeding hearts 
tracking a bumblebee in the rafters.

Friday, May 20, 2011

I’ve taken my chair to the orchard
(never mind it’s just one pear tree)
where I can write in the sun and listen
to hundreds of bees in white blossoms
humming their sweet honey hymns.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Against the rising sun larger branches are 
still winter stark; but twiglet ends unfurl
tiny clustered aspen leaves  
like translucent chartreuse flowers. 

Red tailed hawk
scolded by robin
pursued by swallow
lazily flaps 
out of the pines
into the open 
drifting away 
wingtips upturned
flap, flap

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The little water river sings over stones
sings over sand bars
in the bottom of the valley;
The mighty wind river sings over pines
sings over cedars, 
sings overhead
through the rafters of the sky.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Arranged mandala like in 
a yellow soup plate: dandelion faces,
violet leaves, iris spears, one narcissi -
a young son’s offering.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Tails twitching, last year’s kittens
bat at each other and shriveled brown
wind-swung sweet pea vines
through the weathered lattice.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Rosy house finch and his brown wife
flutter from ponderosa to puddle,
I assume they are drinking, but 
they fly up with beaks full of mud.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Breeze in the garden motivates 
retreat to the greenhouse. Take that seat
with your back to the west glass -
feel the sun’s heat fill your back. 
Feet up, that’s right! Now, read.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

First spider, sable speed walker
on ivory window slats, furtive and reverseful.  
Second spider, sartorial in cream and stripes, 
glares at the gardener, resumes perambulation.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Three white geese undertake ablution 
with energetic undulation - 
how will they get clean 
in so brown a stream?

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Turbid, turgid, urgent flow - 
brown pasture stream
carries the mountain to the sea.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Crossing the gully on a highway fill
I look down into the sunlit willow crown,
winter’s orange twigs are over painted with 
a thalo green and cadmium yellow wash 
of emerging leaves.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Swishing rush of stream on stone
Bumble buzz of early bee
Dingling wind chime’s silver tone
Robin chatter, chick-a-dee

Thursday, May 5, 2011

The tangled old apple tree hovers
in a green mist of emerging leaf edges.
High up, one red breasted house finch 
momentarily deceives me.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

I probably paid too much
for the four small geraniums, but - 
Oh! That dark magenta red!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Rossini’s overture sweeps me along
the unrolling ribbon of homeward highway.
Green hills fling their arms out to both sides.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Next to the cat dishes,
a shiny aluminum lasagna pan 
sprouts a miniature oat grass jungle.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Darkness falls, candle glows
on our children’s faces
intently listening as Dad reads 
on the power of giving thanks.